Thursday, June 20, 2013

to be a brazen hussy

i am in love with a rogue photo journalist/artist who does not know i exist.
i think if he knew it would take all the fun out of it, but i do desperately want him to know...eventually.
i have decided to be a brazen hussy and ask him out in the most unassuming way possible. actually, not even ask out, just hint at it. i'm not stupid enough to be that direct.

i did this via FB which i believe to be the lowest of the food chain for asking questions such as these. FB tells me he has yet to "see" it. So i think it may have gone into the FB black hole of messages inbox - never to return.

he does have a professional email on his website. he lectures constantly all over town. is that stalker-ish if i go see him speak? sit in the back and quickly scurry out as soon as he leaves the mike? or get the courage to say hello and have him look at me w/ horror and not remember our two day meeting in april? i love to watch him get all fiery when he speaks. it's a very sensual sight.

i'm stubborn and want to know the answer and want to be harshly rejected by him. That way i'll know at least i tried - there will be no question if he is interested or not. He is the type of man i would act a fool over. he is the type of man i want to make coffee for. and breakfast (but only after reading the newspaper).

he is passionate, almost to the crazy level of passion and stubborn and caustic in his convictions. he is so so very sexy and worldly. he is much much older than me and more brooding and serious and slightly melancholic at all times.

i am in love with a rogue photo journalist/artist who does not know i exist. 

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