May 2012
Love & Relationships

No Ordinary Love

February 23rd, 2012

Before I met her I was always attracted to girls that were slightly out of my reach. Girls whom society “told me” I should be attracted to. Girls who were more or less just arm candy, the type of girl that guys gawk at and hi-five you when you bring them to parties. I can’t be seen with “her” I would think, if I was with someone who didn’t measure up to society’s so called “standard” of beauty. The media has a way of tricking us into thinking we should have unbelievably high standards when it comes to finding someone, all the while we overlook the most beautiful people who are already in our lives. This way of thinking leads us into a never ending cycle of “friend zones” we can never escape from.

All that changed after I met her though. I didn’t care what “society” thought anymore. I just knew I loved her and that was all that mattered. She didn’t have to wear globs of make-up, or spend countless hours in front of a mirror before she went out like most “hot” girls did. She could just throw on a t-shirt and a pair of Chuck Taylors and still be the most beautiful girl in the room in my opinion. She never asked me if she “looked fat” or “does this dress make my thighs look huge?” because she didn’t care. She grew sexier and sexier the more I knew her, as most girls whom I thought were beautiful just did the opposite.

Most times it’s the things that are right in front of our face that are the hardest to see. We close ourselves off too people and experiences that we think society might look down on us for. It’s up to us to find the beauty that lies underneath society’s surfaces, the qualities in someone or something that that everyone else seems to overlook, but awaken our true desires. She showed me that no matter how good someones vision is, they can still be blind. And although she’s dating someone whom society might view as more “handsome” & “charismatic” at the moment, I’ll still always remember the valuable lesson I learned from her every time a “hot bartender” or “supermodel” turns me down.

Worth the wait.

January 4th, 2012

They say the best things in life are worth waiting for. As kids, we anxiously awaited the last day of school and the start of summer, and Christmas morning when Santa Clause would surprise us with gifts and toys underneath the Christmas tree. As adults however, waiting becomes less fun and more routine. Lines at the bank, waiting rooms in the doctors office, waiting for that promotion you’ve worked hard so hard for, waiting in general just becomes drudgery. Nowadays we’re all looking for instant gratification and today’s technology makes that extremely easy. With that said, the less we have to wait for something we want, the less value it has. The longer we have to wait for something we want, the more special it becomes. This is especially true in dating.

Kristina always made me wait, it was her trademark. When we first met, no matter how great of a time we’d have she would always wait at least a week to even talk me again. When we went out, if she said she would be there at 7, she would probably be there at 8:30 because of a “traffic jam” or unforeseen cosmic event. Texting her was even worse, sometimes she would even make me wait a whole day before she responded! She just knew I’d be by my phone in suspense, thinking every new text or call I got would be from her. The longer I waited, the more I wanted her and she knew it. The more fun we had when we were together, the more she could control my desire for her when we were apart.

I had to learn to play her game. If we set a date for 7, I’d show up at 8. If she waited an hour to respond to my text, I’d have to wait two hours to respond to her. If I wanted a blowjob, I’d have to give her a really good orgasm then disappear for a few days. But the longer we waited, the more mind-blowing the sex would get each time. In essence, absence is the root of all desire. The more it hurts when your apart, the more in love you are falling. Remember, instant gratification isn’t always gratifying. It’s up to us to decide who’s worth the wait, and who isn’t. Are you worth waiting for?

Never Leave The Bed

October 13th, 2011

I remember those days when I was up at the crack of dawn, brewing Italian espresso and whipping up a bowl of Quaker oatmeal with cinnamon and raisins as I prepared for the day. There was so much to do and so little time. My success depended on how efficient I managed my time. The harder I worked the faster time would move. Since I met you I just want time to slow down. I want to savor every second with you, like taking tiny bites of a delicious tiramisu. Enjoy the flavor as long as possible. Everything else just seems so trivial now, the worldly things I’ve found so important slowly lose their meaning as I further enter your spirit. This bed is the only place I want to be now, with you. It’s the only place where time stands still and everything just seems to make sense. Of course we can’t stay here forever, not with reality outside the window, taking the shape of a sunny day and calling for us to come join it with the rest of the world. But there is no room for reality here in this bed, only fantasy and imagination are welcome with us under the covers. The pillows and sheets can be so persuasive, they want us to stay wrapped up in them for hours. How can we say no? It’s hard, but now we have to. We’ve been here all day and night, and reality is too powerful for us to ignore. You have a flight to catch and a weeks worth of work to make up. You won’t be back in Miami for months. I guess it’s back to oatmeal, espresso, early mornings and long nights for me. At least now I know where I belong, I have something new to look forward too. Spending all day here in this bed, with you, my true love.

No Sleep

September 18th, 2011

This king size bed is way too big to be sleeping in alone, although I’m not tossing and turning without you. I’m actually sleeping quite soundly now. When you were here we stayed up all night. And not just the sex kept us up, but the long hours of conversation followed by intense make-outs and spooning didn’t necessarily help me get much sleep. Then when I finally would pass out, it seemed like just minutes later your alarm clock would go off and it was time for you go to school or work again, but not without some more amazing morning sex before your coffee. “Fuck it”, I’d say. “I’m up now, why go back to sleep? The day is new, and the early bird catches the worm.”

I wonder how your sleeping now? You never were one for partying, so your probably in bed at a reasonable hour unlike me. I can’t believe how many “likes” you got on facebook when you changed your relationship status to “single.” I’m sure your friends are happy to see you again, you always seem to abandon them whenever you meet someone new your sleeping with they’d say. I missed your calls the other night because the music in the club was way too loud. You missed mine because of all the studying you have to do for these college exams. The “Sleep Well” text’s we sent each other just don’t seem as real as hearing each others voices before bed. I can’t deny it anymore, I miss you.

The girl sleeping in my bed now keeps me up at night again, but not in a good way. She tosses, turns, and kicks in her sleep like you always told me I did. I guess I know how it feels now. She can’t kiss me the way you could, in fact, we hardly kiss at all. The sex is still great though, but hey, you taught me alot of tricks to use. I can only imagine the pleasures that the guy sleeping with you now is feeling, although he’s probably not getting much sleep. I see your friends at the club all the time now and they tell me how happy you are, but they wish you’d just stay single for more than a month’s time.

The more I think about you now, the more I can’t sleep. Yet whenever we were together, the more I couldn’t sleep. But hey, who needs sleep when we’re together anyway?

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Anthony Nicholas


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