A Penny for Your Thoughts

When times get tough, and when I get to a point where I find myself feeling less than positive about dating, I look for inspiration.  I use a variety of tools to keep myself focused to stay positive and to keep my eye on the prize.  One of those things is this amazing poem by Gemineye:

I've got a whole lot to offer, and I'm willing to wait for that one special guy who can get past my looks and appreciate me...for me. I want a guy that puts in his time to get to know me - not someone who randomly just texts me because he's lonely.

Thank you, Gemineye, for giving me the reminder that, yes, there are still men out there who can be open and vulnerable.


“Penny For Your Thoughts”

Can I offer you a penny for your thoughts?
As a matter of fact, how about three?
One penny for you, one penny for me,
And one penny for our minds engaged not so sexually.
Getting intimately closer as we approach the
Climatic altitude of nude, mental, sensational... conversation.

Because I’m trying to get to know everything about you
From the neck... UP.

So these are not your typical, sexual, poetical prose.
I’m trying to close the door on that all too familiar freaky foreplay game.
With which most guys have chose to approach you.
While they are trying to get deeply embedded
In the fine fibers of your bed sheets,
I’m trying to find and define the fibers of which your mind speaks.
I want to engage you
By putting a two karat solitaire diamond on your mind
Marrying your every thought!

I want to lick every inch of every crevasse
So I can get an oral fix from each orifice
And taste you passionate IMAGINATION.

Id rather be naked and exposed, holding you
As we're lying and you're crying
While confiding and describing
the tough times you’ve had in life
And how you don’t know
If you can keep a relationship long enough to be somebody's wife.

I wanna feel the heartbeat of your inner rhythms
As they lead me toward your warm, wet, waterfalls of feminine thoughts.
And ill swim in them.
From backstrokes, to breaststrokes,
I’m penetrating every entrance... to your mind.
Taking my time to find out everything about you.

Did I ever tell you about how you
Fell asleep in my presence?
And your mere essence
Kept me awake for hours
As I cowered with this feeling
Of sexually unadulterated mental connection?

And as you lay by my side
I pushed the blinds aside
And took the time in the moonlight of that night
To count 72 eyelashes
On the upper eyelid of your right eye!
Because when you sleep
Your eyes remain open slightly.

And while we probably moves in too quickly into some sexual shit
I’ve always cared more about the explicitly illicitness
That came from between you lips…meaning your voice.

So now I am standing here
Ready to trade in all the sexual acts that we've preformed
For the chance to reform the very foundation
And the basis of our relationship.

So I reiterate my opening statement
And I offer you another penny for your thoughts!

~Gemineye

Dear Dating Gods

Dear Dating Gods:

I'll be honest with you, I'm not sure how much longer I can go PF...  I'm really starting to climb the walls here. After all, I am in my "prime" you know!

Look, you know I'm really Hell-bent on doing the right thing for myself and I want to set the example for others, but...I don't know how much longer I can hold out! 

I've been staying away from all the temptation, well, not that it hasn't been all that hard.  No dates recently, and I just recently cleared the playing field to start the New Year off right, even though there was only two contestants. I just wasn't into them.  So, they got the boot and the "I'm just not feeling the chemistry," speech.

For research reasons, and for entertainment value, I'm still on-and-off Plenty of Crap and Match from Hell.  Most people would think it's a waste of time, but I have definitely scored ideas on what I want to write about in a book. I've had guys on there interested in me, but they fall short in so many ways (too many to list here) and nobody has been able to fill the shoes of the guy I sorely deserve.

Indeed, I have set the bar high. Screw it. I know what I want, and I'm not going to lower my standards just so I don't have to be ALONE anymore.  Most women would, but I'm not most women.  And Dating Gods, it does bother me that women do this, and again, I'm just trying to set the example here. Like Gandhi said, "Be the change you want to see in the world."  So, I'm trying!  My choices may not be the most popular, but I know they are right for me.

Having said all of that I would like to know, if it's not too much to ask for....could you please send Alexander Scarsgard my way?  He would definitely fit the bill!

Thank you, Dating Gods, I REALLY appreciate it!

Carrie

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Hell ya, I'm aiming high!  I just watched back-to-back episodes of HBO's "Generation Kill" and ladies, I don't know about YOU, but it was like PORN to me!  Ay dios mío!

Seriously, just like a drug as soon as one episode was over, I was clicking onto the next.  When the DVD ended, I immediately stuffed it in the Netflix envelope and ran it out to the mailbox before the mailman got there, just to ensure I got the next one as soon as possible.  

That's what a drug addict does, right?  Frantically searches for their next fix? Well, that's been me then.  Frantic, tail-feathers rustled, pining to see more hot marines - dirty, sweaty men...carrying their M16's...

Yes, I know, it's the short hair, the muscles, the tattoos, the guns...their ability to be respectful even when they disagree - it's their integrity, their guts, their selflessness, their brazenness, their commitment...do you see where I'm going here?  Give me a guy who has THOSE attributes, and I'll show you a girl who's in love. 

(That would be me.)  

OK, maybe dude doesn't have to own or carry a gun, but I can dream, right?  I mean, guys like big boobs and long legs on girls, why can't I have a guy that knows how to use a firearm?  It's a turn-on, and any girl who says that it isn't - has never dated a man who carries a gun.

How about dating a cop, you ask?  I already dated two.  I'm not saying that all cops are crazy...but I'll just play it safe here and say they are just not for me.  One dude was definitely bat-shit crazy, and the other was already married...to his job.  Noble of him, but that just didn't work for me, however, we still remain friends.

*whispers*  It's always good to have a NYC cop in your back pocket for those times when you just might need to use that "Get Out of Jail Free" card...otherwise known in NYC as a PBA card. I have four.  *smiles*

Which reminds me...I need my new one for 2011.  Looks like I will be taking a trip downtown to see my Undercover Brother.  *Ding!*  Or maybe I just need to send out the bat signal.  

OK, enough about the cop.

Back to the marines....

Image credit: Paul Schiraldi

What's there not to love?

*SWOON!*