I could not remember who I was dancing with; the name escaped me. With the rising decibels out of the speakers, trying to ask again would be impossible anyway. Gender Non-confirming was the only thing I remembered as they granted me seven questions they would be willing to answer to get any awkwardness out of the way, plus it eliminated me using some stupid pick-up line right out of the gate. While there’s always a risk to putting yourself out there, tearing down barriers to build connections is essential. Hearts, bodies, and minds always allow us to learn something new.
Tag: dating
The Start Of An Adventure
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #228 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Sublime
he had me at the twinkle of his eyes
reaching for the right sentence
to convince, catching me in a stare
the flash of his smile
and the boyish charm wrapped up in this man
invited an enthusiastic engagement
coffee? sure
our like-minded language spanned hours
a request for more became a dinner date
sushi, then? sure
an adventure wrapped up in a wink
a chance meeting with a sublime creature led to more
The Dance We Do
an atmosphere heavy with delight
long, slow dances
passionate embraces
kisses lasting for days
never-ending charm
a connection worth fighting for
alters over time
and circumstance
too many distractions
too many annoyances
too many broken promises
further cracks
until there’s nothing left
to fight about
when the memories of love
weren’t ever permanent
and present sorrow bound up
in yesteryears love
goes in the direction
of letting it all go
These words were inspired by a posting a while back by John Coyote . Thanks!
Needing Help With Some Research
#FindingOneInAWorldFullOfMany
Hello Word Press Community!
I was hoping to enlist you for research in the area of love and romance. Are you single? If yes, please consider participating. For those with a gazillion followers, even just reblogging this post would be amazing whether you choose to participate or not. It would be appreciated!
The goal is to get as many responses as I can get. Thousands, if at all possible! I would be so grateful if you could make that happen!
This is first and foremost for research for a piece I would like to ultimately write but the bonus to this social experiment is that it might enable me to possibly help you. I’m not making any guarantees that I can, but I’d like to try! The data gained from this research will be valuable for what I’d like to write about. There is no cost, no membership, no purchase what-so-ever. I’ve created a questionnaire that can hopefully work to bring you to someone who holds the same values you may have. Having said that, you can certainly opt-out of this part of it if you only want to participate for the research piece of it.
So, if you are actively searching and hope to be #FindingOneInAWorldFullOfMany, please click below to be taken to a simple survey. All I ask is that you answer the survey honestly and supply an email address so possible matches can be emailed to you. Before emailing anything to anyone, I will ask permission from all parties. Your email addresses are private, and I will not share them with anyone unless you agree to it. Nor will your email addresses be sold to any third-party. And if you don’t qualify or don’t want to participate but still want to know the outcome from this, please feel free to email me at iwriteherblog@gmail.com requesting updates. Thanks!!
Baby, It’s Cold Out Here
(It’s good with you near) But, baby, it’s cold out here
(In my arms you’re my dear) But, baby, it’s cold out here
(So let’s go inside) Been hoping that you’d say that
(Try to warm up) Let’s snuggle together real nice
True story
women will be cold
until consent is given
then men will get warmth
but not before
these are the times now
when boundaries
are to be respected
get with the program
**some social commentary on the recently controversial song “Baby, It’s Cold Out There”
You Feel Me
Three Little Words
Don’t say
but rather…
soothe an ache
hold my hand
watch me sleep
rub my back
make me laugh
be with me
talk to me
play with me
dry my tears
keep me warm
listen to me
don’t be arrogant
kiss my lips
really know me
get me soup
touch without expectation
ease my sorrow
hug my soul
cry with me
dance with me
please be vulnerable
make eye contact
forgive my failings
care for yourself
sex me right
cook us dinner
walk with me
don’t lie, ever
read to me
hold me close
silence my demons
reach into me
never leave me
Intrigue
You
give me
just enough
to ask a few
more questions. Hey, are you married, my friend?
Looking Good?
I drink so we are compatible.
There’s Nothing There
I’m reaching out, engaging and scrutinizing;
skimming through to see you.
Holding you intently, purposefully and committed.
You seemed an open book.
The audio version of your story mesmerizing, your truth so bold.
Then I went beyond your notes and found blank pages.
They told a different story.
You ring hollow.
There’s nothing there.
I have to put this book down.
The efforts made to unravel the mystery, and
the chances taken diving right in brought me no pleasure.
I learned nothing.
Maybe another blank page can read you properly.
I won’t waste my time on an empty binding.
Not again.
When I’m ready to read again, I’m sure
I’ll find a better book to discover.
I Write Her 