Some people have an issue with this word, I don’t particularly. Your aggression is often rewarded. Hi new suitors 🙂

As I tell the story of the frequently single Aphrodite, I am reminded of a few things.  Some of you out there need a map, and if you make me give you one in person the result of that is going to be the opposite of which you crave. I am trying to help you Ike.

So there is one person who visits here frequently from Facebook. He likes me.  I know that he likes me because he’s said… I like you. Ok.

Liking me is not enough.  Lots of people like me, I am charming. Saying you like me doesn’t move the needle any closer to whatever it is you think you want from me. Call me uppity but I really don’t care if you like me. I like me. Join the club. Most people who meet me like me. You are not special.

There are ways to become special, but saying I like you is not one of them. My response to I like you is ……ok.

This young man likes me. This young man was booted from my friend list months ago and is about to get the boot again. I’ve given this young man the map twice now and he insists on putting it into his pocket and traveling his own path. That path is in the opposite direction of my movement.

Impress me. Intrigue me. Make me feel something.

Swirl, that will be his nickname, got the boot because he stopped being just there and started being annoying. He also has insecure penis to offer and I need that like I need another child.

While it is challenging to explain to you how to make me feel something I can explain that I do not want to feel annoyed.

His shot that he finally took was, I’ve never had a blow job.

#pause

Ok. Now I feel something. There is something there, something that you are trying to flesh out, something that needs my attention. Mind you, the odds of me ever sucking his dick are negative 4,000 but you’ve made me feel something….what else ya got? In his case nothing.

Yes he is socially awkward and yes I understand why and no I am not interested in fixing that. I have my own social issues to manage, I am not taking that on from you.

So when I didn’t offer to suck his dick, he reverted back to what annoys me.  Every few days in messenger I get a hey what’s new. Absolutely nothing in the last 48 hours that I intend to share with you son. Just no.

If all you are going to give me is the same thing I’ve already seen 1,000 times prior I don’t want it.

Impress me. Intrigue me. Make me feel something.

There’s another man, this one older. Ok. Not so old that he pulls a Clarwolf and sends me that photo with the ‘smile’.  No but he isn’t 30 something like the kid above. At this stage of his life he’s done a few things, he’s at the least more than likely had lips around his penis.

This one also likes me.  I know that he does because unlike some of you out there sleeping on things he asked for my number. Ok.

There is not an immediate physical compulsion of lust with this one, but I know better in my seasoned age that judging a book by the cover is a huge mistake.

I don’t look at him like I do IceCold and want to peel his clothes off with my tongue, but I also am 100% sure that I would not run screaming from the room if I ever get to see him naked.

#pause

Our first text exchanges are still out for scoring.  There is potential there but nothing to capture my attention for a long time. I’m intrigued just long enough to send the next text, I’m not spending a lot of time trying to figure out what to say next.  Sure not a total loss but not a next step either.

I have to give X some credit, if nothing else he was able to get me to pay attention to the phone and the messages.  He inspired me to do more.

For now I am going to chalk that up to confidence and aggression. Both are usually rewarded with me. Be confident in your desire to lead, or be confident in your desire to follow. Don’t leave these decisions up to me because if you do you will either find yourself ignored or find yourself pegged.  I mean, no judgment, but if that’s not what you’re into be confident in your approach.

At this stage of me I am not interested in leading. I have too much of my own shit I am still trying to get together, and that means – to me at least – that taking on your shit is not something that I am prepared to do. Perhaps later but right now? No.

Since that leadership answer is no, YOU must be prepared to take the reins. Now, obtaining my obedience is a longer and more complex scenario, but rest assured that if you appear to not want to drive the car I am hopping out and taking an UBER.

So new suitor number two, impress me, intrigue me.

You have my attention, now hold it.

Hi IceCold. 🙂

We are going to have a much longer conversation but you’ve got some decisions to make. The path you’ve chosen is taking you to the exact place you say you don’t want to be with me. Think about our dialogue and let’s talk.

I told Gei a story once this was back when I was in cosmetology school. One of the side effects of Gei is hyperarousal and constant awareness. In the absence of his presence everyone else became prey. Few have seen me in that state, fewer still have lived to tell the tale.

I don’t seem to have the originating email but below is his response.  I told him the story of the young man caught in the elevator with me seconds after a conversation with Gei. If I try I can recall his name but for right now I only recall that it was biblical. I cornered that young man in the enclosed space and made him an offer. He declined. I was curved before I knew the definition of curved.

I described the exchange in vivid Aphrodite language, Gei responded:

What is he gay?
I know that men are sometimes caught unaware. We are often unprepared for that two percent of women who will not only seduce us, but down right molest us. While we should be prepared for anything a woman can dish out, some men spend their entire lives waiting like a loaded gun only to accidentally shoot an innocent bystander and harm them most deeply.
But still… is he gay?
Did he not se you? Your eyes, your smile, or more accurately the teeth you bare when you’re in heat? Could he not see the curve of your body, the swell and dimple of your form as it changes from girl to woman and back again?
Some men are intimidated by beauty, and more so by extraordinary beauty. Maybe he was tired or hungry, that’ll do it too. Maybe he has a woman and guilt leashed his muscle fast. Maybe he has not yet lived long enough to fully grasp that he has beheld a wonder, beautiful and terrible and the dawn. Or maybe he knows very well that you would ruin him for every other woman, and his young life would be spent in torment and in bliss from this brief encounter. Or maybe he simply just cannot survive another moment without kissing those phenomenal lips, and to be denied is to be rejected.
Maybe I am making excuses for my brothers, but it might take me all of six seconds to be in sixth gear – rock hard and throbbing as some say – when I found my hands on your hot flesh and the fire in your eyes, your succulent breasts against my chest, trembling like a frightened bird or a caged animal, and your smooth moist nether as you guided me where you wanted me to go. Further.

I share this to say, understand what you are, who you are engaging. Prepare to respond, and be certain, confident, clear. Your reward for this is one day I may be equally inspired by you to be prey to all else.

That is something to behold. Don’t you wanna see it?

 

Aphrodite Brown