There's this guy who lives on the 1st floor of my building. He's tall, he's dark, he's good looking. He's got beautiful skin, large brown eyes, a wide smile and lovely teeth. But the thing that turns me on but I have to hide it... the thing that makes my smile crease but I cover it... the thing that makes me giggle like a school girl right before I haul my butt up to my apartment is his luscious, deep, enticing, inviting, sensual, soothing, captivating, Jamaican accent. Woooooooooo! I tell ya! - LOL
Now there are a few real reasons why I run away from this man. One reason is from the moment we met, in the hallway while checking our mailboxes, he told me he wanted me to be his woman. Now I may have thought something like that about someone I just met, but I never convey this information because it's false. He didn't say, "let's get to know each other" or "I'd like to get to know you better". He said I want you to be my woman. Some women fall for stuff like that, I know a few, but I toot up my lips, wave and walk away.
The 2nd reason is after our first encounter, he tries to kiss me. Yep, on the lips. I'm not against kissing when greeting people but I am against kissing someone who is nearly a stranger, just another neighbor, and especially on the lips. He did catch me one night and he kissed me on the neck. I was heated. Simply because the kiss was wet and left a lingering feeling all night long.
Then the 3rd reason, the most important reason, is I already have someone and I'm content.
I saw Mr. Man this morning and his greeting brought a chuckle to my belly, a smile to my face, a strut to my stride. It just bes like that sometime...