I want you. God how I want you.. but given how much older you are and how in awe I am of you I’m too afraid to tell you. And in my imperfect and shoot-myself-in-the-foot sort of way, my stubborn dignity dictates that I treat you with aloofness and standoffish coolness because if I didn’t, the electricity shooting from every inch of my body whenever you’re anywhere near me would give me away in a second. (God forbid if it hasn’t already… that’s a worrying thought..) If you only knew what I wanted to do to you. One night would be enough but I couldn’t give you all the pleasure I wanted to if I had a thousand nights. I could spend the first week nibbling on your adorable earlobe alone.
But we’re so different. I can’t even begin to imagine a reality where I could approach you and the generation gap is only the beginning.. So I continue to drift around you in wide, somewhat concentric circles as I cultivate my sense of fake preoccupied obliviousness to just how ridiculously hot you are. —Shy Little Tomboy with the Curls
This article appears in Sep 22-28, 2011.
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no kidding eh? Whew! Hubba hubba! OB you have got a talented way of describing things. You should definately look at writing professionally.
she’s already better than stephenie meyer.
why not?
‘course, so was Dr. Seuss…. and Roald Dahl…
and pretty much any 2nd grader with a crayon….
http://12.media.tumblr.com/wISx2Jj91pzysgu…
If this were me, and I doubt that it is, but if it were I’d be completely flattered.
Some men, OP, only really care about connection, and flattery aside, would have be interested in exploring that with you. Age with these types of men aren’t an issue typically either. js.
Put yourself a little more out there and close the orbit a bit and try to make a connection. If you don’t take a bit of a risk, you’d be sure to win nothing at all.
If this were me I would feel better.
I understand your difficulty, but imagine mine.
Now what do we do?
Dearest and most beloved Tomboy-Venus – having only just read your post (dated Sept. 27th), I now beg your forgiveness for not answering earlier. I could never have imagined that such a gorgeous and wonderful woman as you could feel that way about me, and no man alive could have read your flattering words and not be overwhelmed with emotion and such heart-wrenching anxiety as I now feel. Following our previous encounter, I had feared I had been too quick to refuse and soon despaired over what might have been, but I felt powerless to do anything about it. I afterwards mistook your “aloofness and standoffish coolness” for genuine dislike and felt it best that I disturb you as little as possible. But make no mistake, Goddess, I want you too; so badly, in fact, that it now hurts me to think I may have waited too long and lost you forever. I love you. I adore you. I worship you. You need not feel shy around me. I live and breathe but by your will and whim, and just thinking of you makes my heart skip a beat and sets me shaking like a leaf. If you still want me – for one night or a thousand and one nights – my earlobes and all points between are yours for the asking. Sadly, I know no other way of contacting you than this message board. So, if you are still interested, I ask that you come and find me: tap me on the shoulder, pass me a note – anything! Every day I spend apart from you now is torture, and even if we are very different, the depth of our feelings for each other, I feel, deserve exploring. I eagerly await you.