Facebook proposal

ahh that FB...it's fun.  it's great to keep in touch with peeps near and far, to multi-task on, to get in touch with peeps from the past (my childhood babysitter, my former sister-in-law, etc)--it's a great way to reconnect and to connect.

speaking of connecting...i got a recent marriage proposal on there.  it went like this in the chat:
"you should marry me"

haha!

I told him I'd consider it.  This is how I got my last boyfriend--from a FB chat.  What a joke.   It was a joke, he asked me to be his gf, I said yes, and we changed our relationship status.  Girls didn't waste any time posting ignorant stuff on his wall like "you left some clothes at my house" etc.  haha  I didn't give a F.  I didn't engage in the drama.  What a joke.  And what was a joke, turned out to be a joke...if you get my pun.  Ah, I dunno, for those who don't know me, the more you read what I write, the more you'll get my sense of humor when I'm being punny.   Our longest conversation was that initial FB chat.  Later, there was an occasion where he talked for 5 hours, but I can't call this a conversation, because I never really got to talk.  I'd say something like I have a lot from my past that I need someone to share it with too, and I have feelings that need to be heard.  He tried telling me some bs of how he knows...hell no, he don't know.  But he sure wanted me to know all his bs.  mercy.  I'm not hatin', cuz the way I am, I still care about him and everyone else I encounter--just can't be his gf that's all!

Here's a poem that came out of the short adventure:

Swerve

Your talk / fanciful view of a famous future

while you puff, puff your days, weeks, years / lifetime away

your intensity /your anger / your disrespect

Some of your negativity will simmer in the crock-pot of my mind

Your behavior, misogynistic ways, gave me the equivalent of food poisoning

As we osculated

lips meeting / hands grasping

one would feed, the other eat

You took the role of hunter / I, the doe-eyed girl

Of course, it’s natural for a predator to lure with food

It’s natural for a fawn to graze

Though you never anticipated the prey to dodge your bullets

with such exquisite precision—did you?

I can be lured / I need to eat / but,

I can’t be caught / and I won’t cower

When an aggressive voice rants, I might whimper / a few times

It’s a deceptive trait I’ve polished—like chipmunks who play dead

I allow you to prove yourself to be a good human  / not one who wishes me harm

A human who’s been wronged / but trying to make right

I silently observe your actions / your reactions / while

I remain calm

After repeat scenarios, however, where the trap gets set

starts to close with a gnarly bite / when I approach with diminutive grandeur

carrying flowers /delivering rose petal baths

driving Mr. Dickweed

My prowess flourishes / my lion’s mane stands proud

I am a shape shifter

and I don’t fuck around.

I don’t fuck around with humans / messing with my time on this earth

my peace / my energy / because

I need it

to protect what I know to be good and true

I won’t attack / but,

I’ll demonstrate with my assertive strength

there is no room for your aggressive approach

in my lair

I tell you to get out / get movin’

beyond my space

with my mouth / with my eyes

to let you witness my transformation

Cuz you see...just because you were left to raise yourself in the wild

doesn’t give you license to prey upon the innocent

Did you miss out on the lesson
“You catch more bees with honey?”

So, here it is...you may think it all started with a Cherry

but, it ends at Cherry

You spray me with I Love You’s, but like my girl Joyce says....

you are one of those who’s “talking loud, but saying nothing”

and I...

I am one of those who wants a man who drinks water

walks the good walk / and

recognizes a good catch when he sees it