And He Said...

You will find him one day. He will be exactly the man you've always hoped for and dreamed of. You will know when he makes himself known to you. You will be certain that he's the one I've meant for you.

He will not ask you not to fall for him because it's exactly want he wants you to do. He will not caution you that he might just break your heart for he won't.

He will make you smile and laugh. He will bare his soul to you as you would. He will take care of you and treasure you. He will be your lover, your partner, and your bestfriend.

He will be everything that I've told you he would be. That's a promise.

Thank you, Lord.

The Space Between - Dave Matthews

THE SPACE BETWEEN by Dave Matthews

The Parody™

As the walls come down...

I don't feel like thinking cuz my thoughts turn to you. I don't feel like feeling, scared of what I'd find out and they might get out of hand.

Your words resound in my brain and I have this strange feeling that you're hearing my thoughts.

Do I dare ask God if you're the one? I want to but I fear the disappointment a "No" can bring.

What sadness have I known that can create such a void in me? Talking to you came effortlessly. Wondering if it were a dream and I merely fantasized knowing you. There were moments when I wished that if it were a dream then let me sleep forever.

We're thousands of miles apart yet I forget how far that really is.

Do you wake up and think about me? My mind tells me to stop this foolishness cuz you don't. I'm confused by what I'm feeling. I do like you and I've seen a part of you that I can only wish for. I had to always remind myself that no matter how much I want to continue relishing on the bubble of a world I've created for you and I, I can't. You're not mine and never will be.

He will come soon, like you said. It's just sad that he can't be you.

I long to share this with the rest of the world. I want them to know about you but too afraid to let the walls go down. I refuse to be vulnerable. I've never felt so powerless and disappointed in my entire life.

I like you. I really do. I wish that you didn't tell me that I had an effect on you. I wish I didn't know you liked me even just a little. But for a fraction of a minute, hearing you say you liked me, all was right with the world. All the pain I've gone through in the past had faded into nothing. But reality stepped in, normalcy was set up and then a good-bye. Fate and time are on your side, for that I'm glad. Glad cuz I know I don't fit in your world.

You'll never be the one who'll break my already broken heart. You won't be the one to piece them back together either and will never have the chance to hold them in your hands forever.

Let me be. Just catch my teardrops with your hand and walk away remembering my words, never think no one cares for you.

Finding Shelby

Let's try to mix up some signals.

I read this post about flirting a week ago and I restrained myself from writing anything about the subject because, honestly, it pisses me off. Pfft. Not the article, alright? The topic.

I've never been good at it. I never thought I had the "gift". I value trust and truth so why would I flirt with the idea of flirting? I do have a way with words. Hehehe. I guess some people have it in them naturally. An aura of friendliness that can be mistaken as flirting. It sucks, I know.

Okay, I'm going to be a teensy-bit more honest now. I have flirted once or twice in my life. Alright, a little more than that and that's all I'm ever going to own up to so don't push it. But going back to my point, I only flirt with people I like. Believe me, that says a lot. I'm way too picky, you see. There are moments when I'm just being friendly then it's mistaken as flirting or vice-versa. It's frustrating, you know.

I recently told a friend of mine that I sometimes do stupid things when I'm bored and with nothing better to do. I'm not really proud of it and I am suffering the consequences of the action. Yea, it has something to do with flirting. Well, my friend knows that I'm very inquisitive and when I focus on something, I tend to get resourceful. And I always prefer the hands-on approach in learning something. And learn I did.

A quick backtrack, I was just utterly curious on what's the fuss about flirting and I often wondered if I can be good at it so I went on a journey of learning. Uh, no. I still don't think I have the gift. I'm too gullible to exercise the craft. I might not do it justice. Regardless of what other people may think. Phooey, you!

Anyway, my point is. In the course of my learning I found out that there are two general intentions why people engage in flirting.

Because you can. It makes you feel good, you see. It's cool to know that you have that power over someone to believe that you like him/her. These people sing to the tune of Britney's song, "Oopss, I did it again".

You genuinely like the other person that's why you try and test the waters. This works especially if that person you're flirting with is reciprocating the act. Yes. The feeling's sublime if he or she does.

I guess, my observations are correct if your going to base it on the SIRC Guide to Flirting. How cool is that?

I only use it appropriately and sparingly now. So I can't be blamed for mixing up signals. Teeheehee.

That's my ten cents about this matter.

News Bit #2

I just noticed that I got a link back from Dating Dames. Coolness!

Thanks, Gayla and Christine!

That's it, folks!

Bloody Men

Wendy Cope
[21 July 1945 - ]

Bloody men are like bloody buses --
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there's no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While cars and taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.

Wendy Cope notes: "When I wrote this, in 1987, I must already have been a bit shortsighted. Nowadays, if I'm wearing glasses, I have no difficulty in reading the destination on the buses."

| An excerpt from A Poem A Day. |

I'm not putting up with it!

I don't know how they do it. Wives, I mean. How can they deal with seeing the heads of their husbands turn to watch another woman walk by or hearing them say how a certain woman is hot or sexy or whatever. Bleh.

Most of the married women that I have encountered told me that it's normal. Trust is the key. That it's better that you hear it and know about it than having them do it behind your back.

Eek.

I reckon all the jealous bones in my body will react violently when that happens to me. Is it a crime to want your husband's eyes to look at you and you alone? I really am not enjoying the idea the he'll look at another woman. I'm sure all the married women will tell me, "Oh, expect it to happen. Don't be naive as to think the male specie is any different now as they were before. They haven't changed." Oh, no. Please, God, no.

I'm terrified now. As much as I want to say "I will not put up with it!" I reckon I am destined to suffer the same fate. Ha. An eye for an eye. How horrible. Why is marriage a difficult thing to swallow? Pfft.

Oh, no. I've got a crushie.

I thought I was resigned to a crushless state til I find a boyfriend but I found myself a crushie recently. Uh, well, I have been nursing it for more than a month now. Dear me. If only you can hear my giggling and see my blushing. It's totally embarrassing! Hahaha.

You'd think it's all blue skies and lollipops for me, huh? Well, think again.

My head is in the clouds, though. I can't seem to get him out of my already busy head. Coincidences won't even let up, it's baffling. I like what I've been finding out. Then again, it really doesn't matter if he doesn't see me that way, innit?

He makes me laugh, though. Bleh.