Love Lost in My Translation

I have had the privilege to meet some dynamic people. Many of them –the females- have become platonic friends, lovers, companions, and/or solidified girlfriends. The girlfriends, all of them, have been top self…the best of the best…dime pieces in every way that I have determined is top dime material e.g. intelligence, compassion, beauty, and maternal quality. I am so thankful for the time spent in their presence…in their intellectual and emotional space.

As life dictates, not all of the relationships ended on good terms – but I am certain that all of my ex-girlfriends will agree that we had a blast for the majority of our involvement. That truth makes me wonder why I am not still with one of the ladies…married…shacked-up…bouncing from her home to my home. Makes me wonder why one young lady that I met approximately 4 years ago did not give me an opportunity to be her Man...just kidding…I know why – and you may find that the reason why: Gay. Makes me also wonder why one additional young lady I met approximately 6 years ago did not give me the opportunity to be her Man…just kidding…I know why.

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Wildflower 1, what a damn beauty! She is athletic (works out). She asks provocative questions that challenge men and women to elevate and evaluate their romantic relationships. She from what I can gather has a good relationship with her mother (that is critical for me). Her teeth are the white of white. She is an owner of a business. Her sarcasm does not irritate it pulls you in. She can pour a stiff one and mix a fruity one. She appears to have it all together. Tight she be! She is gorgeous…face…body…and mind! She is my perfection. But I am not her perfection. She gave me a pass because she was not interested in dealing with my fatherhood complexity: Baby Daddy with two children. I respect that…by the way; she specializes in what the photograph (above) invokes.

Wildflower 2, what a damn beauty! She is inquisitive. She sports a natural head of hair. She has the most welcoming smile and demeanor. He skin tone is shiny with elements of healthy glitter. Her sexiness is toxic and I am certain addictive. Her thinking capacity is vast. She is extremely professional, but still ‘workplace warm’. She is slow to anger. Her lips are so moist and full of…NO…full with pleasure. She has a personal story of childhood intricacy that was triumphed by her tenacity to attain success. I am beyond attracted to her…our minds, lust, and similar hopes for humanity are the only fireworks we need…but I am convinced our exclusive lovemaking activity would be/would have been overwhelmingly remarkable. She is my perfection. But I am not her perfection. She gave me a pass because I am not her type. She is openly Gay, and in love with a WOMAN. I respect that…by the way; she could be my Jill Scott…

These are the breaks…my BREAKS.

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One missed opportunity because of my irresponsible behavior (making babies with two women without marriage as a final outcome).

One missed opportunity because I am not female...If I were female I would have been with her???

Life goes on…including when love gets Lost in your Translation.

The Shadow