Something In The Way She Moves

Since I love love stories, I made this married couple tell me about how they met and when they knew they’d be together forever (well, hopefully forever). The woman is a knock-out by anyone’s standards. He’s cute in his own little way. He said he knew she was the one almost immediately… I made some quip, “yeah, ‘cuz she’s fucking hot… who wouldn’t think she was the one.”

He replied, “I’ve seen plenty of gorgeous women, but there was something about her mannerisms… something about the way she carried herself… it was those little things.”

For some reason, that simple comment really stuck with me… James Taylor said that too, “it’s something in the way she moves…”

Then I started thinking about the men in which I’m attracted. Obsession for instance, people who’ve seen him think he’s kinda’ cute, but to me, there’s just something about the way he moves… the sound of his laugh or how he rests his hands on the bar.

Because really, there can be 10 hot men standing in front of you… they each get the chance to introduce themselves… then you watch them for a moment… and what, what is it that makes you most attracted to one of them? Even if they had the same features as the next.

It’s his energy… his subtle mannerisms… yes, it’s something in the way he moves.


WHO THE FUCK DOESN'T HAVE MY TELEPHONE NUMBER!??! ---

Remember a few days ago when I wrote about ‘accidentally’ giving my number to a few people… people who proceeded to call and text me incessantly!??!!?

From that post, I made a vow that I would not give my number out to strangers… well, recently I was in the market for a used bicycle. There’s this one bike I checked out, but didn’t like. I’d given him my number because we had to set that meeting time up… I actually thought he was gay because he wore some chic Burberry scarf with cute cuffed jeans.

Apparently I was wrong. Here’s how the call went:

Bike Guy, “hey there, remember me?” I didn’t. “I have a friend who’s selling a bike and wondered if you were still looking for one.”

“Oh… actually I got one this weekend, but thank you for thinking of me.”

“Okay… just thought I’d ask.”

We hang up.

The text comes.

“Hello Miss Curious. I was wondering if u R free some time this week for a cold or hot drink. What I mentioned about the bike its totally true!”

Obviously, he chickened out when he called me about that “other bike” and had to text me right after to ask me out for a cold or hot drink.

From past experiences, I know that in these situations with strangers, I have to say that I’m completely unavailable.

I tried to be light-hearted and texted back, “Thank you for asking, but I’m dating someone… You are very sweet.”

That response didn’t mean completely unavailable.

He texts back, “I can wait…”

WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!? WAIT!?!??!?!??!?!? Wait for what? I saw you once… rode your bike down the street… that’s it. That’s what you’re going to wait for?!?!?!??! What the hell?

I didn’t reply.

1:41 am… my phone buzzes with a text… just as I was dozing off… “Thanks sweety…”

AGAIN, WHAT THE FUCK!??!?! “THANKS SWEETY”?!?!?! FOR WHAT?!?!??!

And that time I gave my number out for a legitimate reason. Bleh.

Anyway, annoying. I hate getting woken up by strangers calling and texting. FUCK THAT!!!

Hahaha... it's humorous.