You see, you can work so hard to get a woman's number .. Approach her with caution, be polite as u can, walk on egg shells, or even approach her with the apprehension knowing that she may not show you the same interest or enthusiasm as you have for her... God only knows she doesn't think your sincere .. She prolly thinks your trying to fuck her ...She prolly heard about you last year, or last week.. You find yourself changing your words for her, playing it really safe hoping you don't say 1 thing to turn her off, cuz it only takes that one wrong sentence ..And all you keep saying is damn "if she only knew" that with me she's the safest .. But how can she ever know ? Until she takes that risk, and say, you know what, here you go... To us it's almost like hearing her say" you have passed stage one, now on to stage two" ... And stage 2 seems like she's saying without saying, "go on... Impress me, show me what you got, show me what you can do that then other niggaz didn't"
Now after all this, and now you got the number your like... How am I supposed to be proud of this? How am I supposed to feel enthusiastic now, about a woman that really made it such a tacky experience trying to get to know her just based off her attitude about the whole thing... I have your number now, a number that a man sometimes feels he needs, but now it's like do I even want it, what will I do with it... What will she do with mine.. And then you think,.. Nothing... #chrisdread
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