A Simple Man

Radio Show Interlude

After my show “City Slicker” I have two peppy girls that come in that play a show called “Don’t Harsh My Mellow” It’s adorable. One of the girls I’ve seen at a party and danced with. She’s cool and attractive in a sharp features eaglish way. Today she was complaining about how the only people that text her anymore are her parents.

I almost said, “Hey if you give me your number then I’ll text you.” Snaps and points with fingers with a cool smile that has a bright light run over with with the sound DING!

Instead I said “Aw. That sucks.”
Smooth William. Real smooth. 

I guess it’s a situation where I know I can always ask for it next week so it never happens. Maybe I don’t want it. I keep thinking about the girl I really like and I don’t know whether to keep putting off how I feel about her by getting involved with other ladies or what. I get a little uncomfortable with telling her what I’ve been doing but it never phases her. Not even a little bit that I can tell. On the other hand she’s hooked up with a guy on a beach when she was drunk. When she told me I kept my cool but it still bothered me. I’m too prudish and old fashioned I think. I’m trying to be okay with it and I think everyday I get closer to acceptance. 

Should I ask her for commitment? Things have been going really well. We plan things to do and have a great time. We have conversations that keep us in stitches. However our kisses are secret and I don’t know how they’ll feel without that electricity. Hmmm. The fact of the matter is that she hasn’t changed her mind about us. No matter what I’ve down with other girls or her with other guys. I guess if she wants this relationship without commitment I can do it.

It’s scary though. I’ll keep seeing other girls because that’s what you do in college right? I felt my relationship burned me out. So now I smooth talk girls that catch my eye? It really doesn’t feel or read right…

Hmmm.
I’ll ask her number next time I see her. 

Spring

Walking outside enjoying the bright sunny day.
Catch sight of a pretty long haired woman in a dark dress.
Absent minded, follow her for a couple minutes in a daze.
Forget about going to class.

Walk into the Optics building. 
Get in line to order a chicken salad sandwich.
Girl in front of me has a low cut shirt in the back.
Her sexy nape is emphasized by her short dirty blond hair.
Lightly tanned, short light blond hairs are barely visible on her back. 
She walks to get her coffee with a slight sashay and turns.
Her profile is striking.
I’m not aware of the person asking me for my order.

Early afternoon walk across the academic quad.
Pass by a girl with a sheer white shirt.
She’s wearing a black bra and dark sunglasses.
I turn my head to catch sight of her full
and rounded butt in her dark green booty shorts.
Trip down some stairs and barely recover footing.

I’m dying here people. 

g-funk:

DUB FX - Made

I have the weirdest boner

tambien

(Source: youtube.com)

On a more personal note

I’m sexed up.
Really. Haven’t been this horny in a while.
Take it as vulgar as you want…

In rehearsal today I felt my eyes slipping to the lovely ladies of the cast.
Never the mind that they all play men in the play
(We’re still reading scripts at a table at this stage people) 

I used to be better than this.
Sure attraction is natural but it hasn’t been to this extent since high school.
I sometimes ranted and raved about girls in High School.
Yeah most of it was an act. Yes I act and put on airs to shock people occasionally.
It distracts them (and more importantly me) from what I’m feeling at the moment.
Which probably isn’t the “hots” for someone that walked by.

In any case, this isn’t an act and isn’t something I’m controlling.
Maybe some good ol’ women hating on me will put my mind back into its play.
However I’m getting none of that from anybody here.
Every girl I meet either treats me civilly or flirtatiously.
Nothing to complain about I’m sure.

OH
Let me post a picture. 

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I forget why I needed you.

I’m walking down a path
stopped suddenly by the thought.

I look over the crystal blue lake
shaped carefully by the grand Friedrich
Clouded by worries.

Can’t quite get past the recollection of your behavior
Hindsight defines and sharpens lines
You were never that kind to me.

You gave me experiences and compliments as others would
to domesticated house pets.

Threw me a goddamn bone once and a while
I’d come running.

I thought when your glass was fuller at the end of the day
it was only a fluke, that It would be different next time.

But you drank me empty and hung me to dry.

We’re no more and never will be again.
I burned the stuff you gave me, the lessons you taught me
I scattered the ashes over my memories of you.

I’m glad
Now I don’t have to deal with either.

But shoot.
Interrupted my walk.
Bitch…