L.A. Tripp
Don Juan
Picture this:
You walk into a venue, look around, see a HB10 standing 10 feet in front of you. She never makes eye contact. She doesn't need to.
Freeze time. You hear the clock stop ticking? The heartbeats and breathing have stopped too. Now, let's turn this scene around. You're flying through space for just a moment as you are transported into the HB10's mind.
The world suddenly look different. You feels eyes staring at you. You hear people whispering, no doubt about you. Guys drooling, tripping over their words. Girls gossiping about you to make themselves feel better.
You sigh, but only on the inside. You surely can't let the world know how you feel. You secretly wish a man would come up to you and present himself to you. You have tons of guys hit on you everyday, but all they do is tell you how hot you are, or how much they want to @*#$ you, or how they will literally pay all of your bills and take care of you. They even go as far as telling you that you will never have to worry about anything for the rest of your life . . . if only you will be with them. How boring. It frustrates you to no end. Why can't you just have a man come up and talk to you? You desperately need some excitement in your life. A real man that will get your blood moving. A man that will turn your internal flame on high, and keep it there. One that will make you smile, and laugh. One that isn't so predictable that you will know his every single move . . . a year ahead.
If only you could find a man that would know how to touch you. How to make you crave him. Instead of the typical guy that just thinks of his own pleasure. If only those guys knew that you never even came, though you made them think you did, just to get rid of them.
You don't even care if this man had money, although that would be a plus. But, if this man could excite you, that alone would be awesome. He doesn't even have to look like Brad Pitt.
Now, if only that guy that just walked into the room was that man that I'm secretly craving . . . if only . . . but he's not. How do I know? Because he's still standing there, staring at me. And I haven't even looked at him.
*sigh*
Just like every other guy that crosses my path every single day . . .
And now, you're ripped back out of her head, and warped back into your own body. Taking a few seconds to settle, you look down at yourself, realize she/you were just talking about yourself. You are that guy that just walked in. The one that's still staring at her, but hasn't approached her. And it's too late. Her opinion is already set of you. You've been standing like some robot, frozen in time.
Ah yes, speaking of frozen in time, let's start the heartbeats back up, start the breathing, and finally, get the clocks ticking again.
That glimpse into a 10's mind is now fading quickly away into the voices of the daily world. Let's not the lesson fade so quickly.
You walk into a venue, look around, see a HB10 standing 10 feet in front of you. She never makes eye contact. She doesn't need to.
Freeze time. You hear the clock stop ticking? The heartbeats and breathing have stopped too. Now, let's turn this scene around. You're flying through space for just a moment as you are transported into the HB10's mind.
The world suddenly look different. You feels eyes staring at you. You hear people whispering, no doubt about you. Guys drooling, tripping over their words. Girls gossiping about you to make themselves feel better.
You sigh, but only on the inside. You surely can't let the world know how you feel. You secretly wish a man would come up to you and present himself to you. You have tons of guys hit on you everyday, but all they do is tell you how hot you are, or how much they want to @*#$ you, or how they will literally pay all of your bills and take care of you. They even go as far as telling you that you will never have to worry about anything for the rest of your life . . . if only you will be with them. How boring. It frustrates you to no end. Why can't you just have a man come up and talk to you? You desperately need some excitement in your life. A real man that will get your blood moving. A man that will turn your internal flame on high, and keep it there. One that will make you smile, and laugh. One that isn't so predictable that you will know his every single move . . . a year ahead.
If only you could find a man that would know how to touch you. How to make you crave him. Instead of the typical guy that just thinks of his own pleasure. If only those guys knew that you never even came, though you made them think you did, just to get rid of them.
You don't even care if this man had money, although that would be a plus. But, if this man could excite you, that alone would be awesome. He doesn't even have to look like Brad Pitt.
Now, if only that guy that just walked into the room was that man that I'm secretly craving . . . if only . . . but he's not. How do I know? Because he's still standing there, staring at me. And I haven't even looked at him.
*sigh*
Just like every other guy that crosses my path every single day . . .
And now, you're ripped back out of her head, and warped back into your own body. Taking a few seconds to settle, you look down at yourself, realize she/you were just talking about yourself. You are that guy that just walked in. The one that's still staring at her, but hasn't approached her. And it's too late. Her opinion is already set of you. You've been standing like some robot, frozen in time.
Ah yes, speaking of frozen in time, let's start the heartbeats back up, start the breathing, and finally, get the clocks ticking again.
That glimpse into a 10's mind is now fading quickly away into the voices of the daily world. Let's not the lesson fade so quickly.
