I went to a bar alone last night- something totally out of character. It was Olive's bar, and I knew I would at least see a friendly face and enjoy people watching. I was looking my absolute worst after a concession night- hair coming out of pony tail, baggiest butt jeans, big sweat shirt. I definitely expecting to be left alone. Then the prophet approached.
So this older guy walks up, guarantees he's not trying to pick me up, and gazes deeply into my eyes. I step back and smile politely. But he's a See-er and can read me. The stranger knows everything and reveals it like a mirror. He starts telling me how vulnerable and closed off I am. What isn't working in my relationships. Beauty hidden by dressing badly. Burning out on giving relationships where I can hide and not be open.
His solutions involve sex-- and he's not propositioning me. Then he kisses my hand and disappears. Very odd but very good. You never meet prophets like that in church.
I'm heading to the mall to buy better clothes.
So this older guy walks up, guarantees he's not trying to pick me up, and gazes deeply into my eyes. I step back and smile politely. But he's a See-er and can read me. The stranger knows everything and reveals it like a mirror. He starts telling me how vulnerable and closed off I am. What isn't working in my relationships. Beauty hidden by dressing badly. Burning out on giving relationships where I can hide and not be open.
His solutions involve sex-- and he's not propositioning me. Then he kisses my hand and disappears. Very odd but very good. You never meet prophets like that in church.
I'm heading to the mall to buy better clothes.
2 comments:
Hey!!! When are we going shopping?
Hey, I wanna come too! But I won't be much help with the low-tight-short types of clothes.
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