Echo

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I’m a writer by nature not by trade. Are you okay with that? As far as cats go i’m very civilized and domesticated but there will always be a part of me that runs feral.

I can love anybody. Anybody can love me. That’s the nature of being a magnet. You have to tolerate that I will seduce other men. But trust that it only affirms the parts of me that belong to no one but you. Men will fall, but no one can touch me but you.

I am beating him into submission with my charm. It shocks me he hasn’t proposed yet. He is falling, falling, falling…into the rabbit hole. But I will be there to catch him. I hope…

:)

Acknowledging depth of feeling is not the same as a promise of commitment.

When I met my wife, the first night she told me, I’m gonna tell you straight, I’m always gonna love myself more than I love you. And one day, when I have kids, I’m gonna love them more than I love you. And I said, Yourself, kids, then me? Goddam, I’m in the top 3 and that ain’t bad!

You’re fuckin’ up my intro here!

They laughed so hard they fell over when for the 5th time they tried to get Back that Azz Up to play and I showed them my fantasy team’s name is Back that Sass Up.

You’re a linguist, the black goateed papa of this family of musicians asked me. They are renting the room next door and are perpetually partying on the patio.

Why do you say that, I ask, thinking about my Gemininess.

He takes his time before he speaks. Because most people with ambition are multilingual. So what languages do you speak?

I look him in the eye. The language of the soul, I said.

He sits back. That’s a good one, he said. That’s a useful one.

I can promise to never cheat if you can promise to always be available. It’s a simple transaction.

Also two things you should know about me in terms of sexual politics…I’ll walk away before I beg for it. And I’ll walk away before I make a man beg. It’s either there or not there but I won’t deal with politics and games

As the sun set over the soft Pacific, I watched an exasperated woman arguing with a pigeon in Spanish. She would rattle off at it, walk away in a huff then come back saying, “You have NOTHING to say?!” No one else seemed to notice this little pocket of metareality. I’m loving Waikiki + MercRetrograde. I’m lovin’ November.

My ideal love is someone I can look at every day and think, thank god I found you.

So this group of 20 year old guys walks by and one guy wants to go back and look at a Gangnam style shirt. I follow them in. He shows it to his friends and they veto it. He puts it back super disappointed. When his guy friends see me they freeze up as I walk by. Then behind my back I hear one of them say, “What’s up, bitch” like an american gangsta and the rest of them giggle.

Kids.

When he told me things ended with his last girlfriend because she wanted to have a kid and he wasn’t ready, in my mind I instantly said, yeah, because she wasn’t me.

Wow your brother was really nice today, he said.

How so?

He gave me some super glue, he gave me a Porsche keychain, he printed out some specs of a car for me, he gave me 6 CDs and he gave me a hug when I left.

I laughed. This doesn’t even include when we were leaving my brother said, “See you later future brother in law!”

Did he softly say, love you, as he left her place in the morning.

I’m way too territorial for a friends with benefits situation.

Julia are you scared again?

Men’s Health Urbanathlon. 10.2 miles with obstacle courses. Get it done!

Too depressed to work out.

Let me tell you about my hypocrisy. I know it’s a hypocrisy but I have yet to find any kind of compromise within me, except to find the situation that fits me.

I want to own you. Not like an object or a pet, but in a way that is so all-consumingly dominating, that I never have to worry about you. And because of that, I’m able to relax.

I can be jealous of your past. I am the most amazing person you’ve ever dated. You’ve never met anyone like me. But smell another woman on you, and I start circling.

I demand complete freedom but I need to know where you are at all times. I can be the sweetest thing that ever cuddled up to you, a giant heart that wraps you up. But sometimes I have a really shitty attitude, but you can’t tell me because you’re just as scared of hurting me as being eaten by me, so you just let it blow over. You will never meet someone more influenced by invisible tides or more charmingly magnetic.

My favorite hobby. I get off on teasing people who can’t have me. I’m seductive when I want to be, and down right addictive if I get inside a man’s head. When I go out into the world and whip men into a frenzy, it’s foreplay. When I commit to you, that’s what I bring home, like a cat with a mouse. I create a storm of seduction while I’m away from you, using my charm and sometimes sheer aggression to electrify desire inside a man, never letting him touch, knowing that you’re the only one who can have me. And when I come home, I give it all to you. If you’re big enough to trust me to always come home, and be at home waiting with open arms, you’ll see where the loyalties of my passions lay.

Never let me catch you thinking about another woman.

I never said I was right or wrong. You just are what you are, and you accept it. There are hypocrisies and contradictions inside every human being. Just figure out what you need to make your life work.

My intensity is hard to resist. Accommodate my hypocrisy, be equally fierce and kind and gentle, take care of me…and I will be yours.