Don’t I know you from somewhere? Your tattoo looks familiar?
Ohh yes, we met on the dance floor a few years ago 😀
Here we are today attending an event with two different people, we both stand there with body language that says awkward and facial expressions with wonder and surprise.
I know, I too thought our hug on the dance floor was the first and last, but here we are today wondering if we shake hands or hug. Is it human nature that we both end up giving each other a side hug?
It sure wasn’t the same hug on the dance floor.
This hug reflected the song we both danced to “distance between our bodies.” The distance was there. But, hey years have passed without a hello, mind you, we both came in with someone.
I don’t know if nature planned it, but why are we sitting opposite each other and those we walked in with are nowhere near us..
As I turn to the right to listen to the one I came with, I spot you turning to the left. As I turn my head, I spot you turning your head and our eyes lock.
At first I thought only you and I could see and feel the connection or is it chemistry between us? But later on a few heads pulled me aside to ask me about our history.
I hesitated! As our history started and ended on the dance floor but seeing one another today took me back to the hug on the dance floor.
I excuse myself from the lighting and escort myself to the dimmed lights, guess what? Why did you follow me?
As I see you walking in, yet again our eyes locked, this time it reflected as I said “goodbye” leaving the dance floor.
Your cherry, seems to be a good one. She’s giving you your lunch, hugging you and to be honest she’s praising you in the mist of the dim lights. So I ask myself, why me?
Am I a right now without a future commitment?
Am I a desire in the mist of an argument with your cherry?
Would you take me home to meet your parents or we’re just having fun and kicking it, until “we” figure it out?
Whom am I to you, that you follow me into the dim lights?
Whom am I to you, that you search/look for me on Instagram only to private message me whilst you are beside your cherry? Ohh mind you, you don’t click “follow” too…. This has me questioning, if we had met on the dance floor again, would you have told me you had a cherry or would you have only said “I want to spend time with you Travonna”? I mean you did put my name, so it wasn’t sent to the wrong person right? What does spending time with Travonna look like for you?
For and to me, it could be going to the bar.
For and to me, it could be going to get dessert.
For and to me, it could be us sharing business ideas and seeing if we can work together.
For and to me, it could be going to an event with you and me introducing you as someone I am getting to know. # I’ve got no time to lie sweetheart #
So what does “I want to spend time with you Travonna” look like for and to you?
Well, maybe I should also ask you, what does “getting to know someone” look like and feel like for you? If you and I were to go to dinner regularly is that to much of an investment for you? If I were to challenge you to grow and see things differently am I acting like your girlfriend?
No joke, at this point I know you’ve told your friend, so he comes and chats it up. My actions are entertaining his questions, but in my mind I am questioning your friends loyalty to you as a friend and his values in your friendship and your wellbeing.
Does he want the best for you or does he only want you to have a good time? Matter of fact have you told your friend what you want? Or is the cherry a rebound to medicate what you miss and messed up?
Hey, our dance was really a dance to remember, but sure ain’t a dance to rekindle.
If I were to come with you, I would be required to perform in order to have and keep you.
If I were to come with you, I would be required to attend so many functions whilst faking the love between us. For what? For the sake of spending time with you and keeping up your appearance? At what point are we doing what I want and like?
You are absolutely right by saying I am interested in the naughty guys. The tattoos, fast cars, muscles only to name a few, but naughty is not what the evolving Me requires.
Maybe I am interested in the one’s with tattoos only because, for so long I desired to express myself and seeing a guy with a tattoo resembled that they lived out their truth.
Maybe I am interested in fast cars only because, I desire to own and drive sports cars but my exposure at the time said “a lady acts, sits and dresses a particular way.”
Maybe I am interested in muscles, only because I have never committed to my journey and never been consistent with my lifestyle desires.
Maybe I am interested in the one’s that drink whiskey with a cigar, because I only associated fun with alcohol.
Maybe I am interested in the one’s that will bite their lip when they look at me because I associated that with sexy.
Maybe they are my crowd because they don’t judge, I can come as I am and be allowed to question, learn and evolve.
One dance that’s all it was. Qualify what you call CHEMISTRY……
What’s the difference between, Chemistry, Connection and Love?
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