Today marks our third date and so far I'm loving every bit of Alex. He is a nice caramel complected man with deep waves that made you motion sick. And has an aura about him that would make any female melt into his arms. Ever since he fell into my atmosphere I've had this new glowing feeling about life. He has been the perfect gentlemen and we have yet taken it to the level of consummation. Most men would have tried to get this kitty rather subliminally or bold. But this fellow is of a different breed. He is his own kind of man.
We arrive at my home to come back and watch movies. An hour goes by and neither of us has taken our eyes off of each other. The TV at this point is just serving as background noise and the one really doing all the watching. As we get into more thought-provoking conversations I begin to smile profusely from ear to ear. It is not often that I can find a man to play a game of mind chess with. Alex took my hand into his and used it as his tool to learn all about me. He looked at my left palm and traced my brown lines. Going further to let me know what each line stood for. All I could do was smile even more and admit to him that I was at a loss for words.
He looked at me deep into my eyes, as if behind my pupil and iris lied the key to my soul. "Baby you wouldn't believe how much I know about you just by off of what you don't say. By being at a loss of words shows that you probably feel like no man has ever gotten to know the inner you deep below the surface. Many men think but they don't really know."
"You hit it right on the nail!" Give this man an award I thought to myself. And then he leaned over and began tantalizing my ears with his words.
"Baby see the difference between me and those little boys who call themselves men is that I actually worship females and understand their place on our Earth as beautiful Angelic creatures. And by this I mean females are God's greatest creation and gift to the world. I have so much love for females that I actually take the time to figure them out and learn all their mannerisms. How can I ever truly love a female without grasping all of her fears... insecurities... fantasies... every single fiber of her natural being. I am indebted to learning all about our Queens. Because without a woman I wouldn't be here nor would any other man that stand before you today. Every great thing that man has done would have never existed had it not been for the loving, nurturing, strong spirit of a woman. "
His soft words felt reassuring in my ears that if they could be wet they'd be leaking on his lips.
