The Greatest Actor

Anyone know of any good pubs or places to take in the local flair?

The men
enjoy
my curves,

but I
don’t

anymore;

if I could I’d
straighten
them out,

wear my
hips slim

so that
my body
wouldn’t
stick out

like a fun
carnival
ride

meant to be
tried once
or twice

a year.

Your eyes catch the sun,
and all the light of the world
gets trapped in my heart.

So about that rant yesterday…a retraction is in order! My friend suggested I post an ad in “Missed Connections” on Craigslist. Within 15 hours or so, a friend of this guy emailed and sent me his number.

We’ve been texting back and forth. Coincidence or fate? Anyway, we’ll see what happens, haha…

1. loqui said: i fear edward is right there.
   
   
2. oceanmmiri said: Intimidation. Well I think that’s what it is. I remember some guys told me I’m intimidating to talk to. I took it as a compliment. Dream Guy was probably intimidated, and waiting for you to call the shots.
   
   
3. thesealivesinme said: I do that all the time. Sometimes it helps to meet a guy half way, make it obvious, we are just dumb blokes when it comes to a beautiful woman.
   
   

Thanks guys. I’ve been called intimidating before…I think I come across as more confident than I actually am. Oh well, que sera sera. :)

I just got off a flight.

My dream came true when a cute guy decided to move to my row for no real reason. Not only that, but he proceeded to chat me up for a good 2 hours. The flight lands and he walks with me off the plane and to baggage claim.

Now I’m thinking “He’s supposed to clue me in on getting together at some point, right?”

WRONG. After we get to baggage claim he shakes my hand, and we part.

I know the difference between being nice and flirting - and he was FLIRTING. Why don’t guys ever make the first move with me? And why is my luck so shitty?

Thanks to the editors for featuring my poem “Upon Waking (Act II).” :-)

      you stir;

            your eyelids:

                 the rising curtain;

                         your breath:

                        the swells of
                    the orchestra;            

                 your gaze:

             the world of
           the stage;

        and I

   am but:

  the actor

     and my heart:

             a violinist