Houston's Missed Connections: Get to the point already

You Sold Your Soul...Wow...(My thoughts EXACTLY!!!) - w4m - 31 (Houston)

Too bad you chose that girl over me. Too bad for us both. Yes, she has her youth and her slender child-like body. But I know she doesn't love you. You know she doesn't really love you. You know her heart lies elsewhere with her baby's daddy. You've made a deal with the devil and you are going to regret it in the end. When she breaks your heart, yet AGAIN, you'll think back to the choice you made between the "forever girl" (which was me) and the "for now girl" (which was her).

You know exactly who you are, don't you? I am somewhat ashamed of my jealousy, but you should really be ashamed of your lack of a moral compass. Maybe one day I'll get over you and stop thinking of you and find with someone else to put on the pedestal you sat on in my world for so long.

It’s been a few months now and I guess I’ve gone through the grieving process and am now on to anger. Time is indeed healing the wounds and soon I’ll learn to turn the other cheek.

I wish you luck, but the prognosis is not good. What do you have to look forward to? More fights and frustrations? More failed relationships and hard times? A life without a true love? A narcisistic partner who wants you to make yourself scarce when here baby's daddy comes around? You really ought to consider yourself emotionally vacant. How does it feel to look in the mirror and know that you'll never accomplish anything on your own? How does it feel this time to know that the one you chose this time doesn't care about you? How is it going to feel when you start to look old and your gray hairs and wrinkles shine through?

How's it gonna feel when you realize that you lost the best thing that could have ever happened to you in this lifetime? You'll never find that feeling that you said WE shared, with anyone else. You're dumb as a box of rocks and I see a life of unhappiness fitting for you for all eternity.

Annoying "Slow Clap" at the end of John Hughes'Movies - m4w - 32 (Midtown)

I know that the woman to whom this is intended does in fact read "Missed Connections". I know so because we talk about and ridicule them daily. That's precisely the reason that I must turn to the side of hypocrisy, and be rediculously vague myself. I detest vague postings in this section! Its begrudgingly, though, so if you get as irritated with the generality of most postings as I, then please find it in your heart to turn the other cheek to me in my time of desperation, intoxication, and most importantly, sincerity. Funny how that old Russian bitch, Stolichnaya, can slice through the ropes that normally bound a man's tongue.

Your name starts with "M", as most do. Just an interesting Cliff Clavenism that I picked up while reading a "Did You Know?" book while speaking to men about horses and re-writing the Constitution. I'm 32, and was born 7 years too late. I've always felt as if my soul were 5-7 years older than my physical being. The music I prefer, the era of TV and Movies, my affliction for any movie of John Hughes genre, and mostly my quirky belief that all tense situations will end in the continually contagious "slow clap" that plagued the happy turn-out endings of most movies produced in 1985.

Even though my mind is 39, by body 32, and my libido 16, that still puts me 4 years your junior, 11 years if you want to use "legitimate" math. I tallied my phone minutes today and realized that you and I have spoken for nearly 31 hours total this month. I have never in my life been so unfathomably attracted to a woman's mind. I've always thought that I was a boobs and legs kind of guy, but it occurred to me as I lay awake last night (phrase "as I lay awake last night" thrown in for dramatic effect), that I know exactly how many tiny, tiger-striped starbursts of green that you have in each eye, 12 on the left, 13 on the right. I know how precisely and exactly your lips purse when you form the sound of the letter "O". I know every grimace, smirk, and smile a fraction of a second before your facial muscles execute them. I know what makes you laugh and what words for what body parts make you blush and make me immediately think that I'm blowing it with you when I let them slip. I know all of this about you from our intense and exhausting verbal marathons, yet I don't know, nor have I ever even wondered, your bra size or what cut of panties you wear. What in the hell is wrong with me??? What have you done to the perfect, shallow, PERVERT that took 32 damn years for me to form??

Although I've never (well NOOOWWW I have!!) pictured what you would look like drying off slowly with a fresh white linen towel after stepping out of my shower, or laying seductively on your stomach, sprawn across my bedspread, what I HAVE noticed is just how seductively beautiful you are. How seeing the envious and yearning stares of every male in the room when you enter a restaurant at my side makes me feel 8feet tall and as proud as a patriot.

"M" is not married, but her longtime "boyfriend" is a dipshit. He has NO IDEA the magnitude of woman in which he has at his side. "M" knows this and recognizes this, but is comfortable. She recognizes that she is unappreciated, unadored, and cheated upon. Perhaps she is waiting for me to make the first move, but her insecurity does not allow her to believe that there is a man out there that physically aches for her as deeply and as endlessly as I do.

"M", if you are reading this, I am loyal to you beyond the time it takes two people to live on this Earth. I am fascinated by your strength, intelligence, charity, and charm, yet am paralyzed by your outer and physical beauty.

I want to be the other half of your "team", conquering and kicking the world's ass by your side. Its time for you to drop that unemployed, cheating, dumbass whom you are with and come with me to build an empire.

Win me over before it's too late (You know)

Here I am, waiting and waiting. Guys come knocking around more than I tell you--No monkey business, but they are waiting for a green light from me and a couple of them are pretty upset becuase the light just sits at yellow, and occasionally clicks to red with no notice. I'm still waiting for you. Not waiting in a sense that I don't spend time with others, I do. But becuase of you I have a limitation I didn't know before you-- Things I can't do if I'm not in love. I could never share my body with someone that I do not love.

I know you better than to let myself believe that your distance is a result of a lack of feeling, that you don't love me anymore. Probably it's the opposite. You love me too much, you are sheltering your emotions so you don't get hurt since you believe you can't give me what I need. And probably you don't want remain too attached because you are convinced I'll find (or have found) another and you don't want to be crushed when that happens.

But you are pushing me away from you, which is what I don't think you want to do. You are pushing me off the page. You find what you go looking for. So if you are expecting I have found or will find another to 'replace' you, then your actions (or inaction) will cause that to happen. Just as if I were convinced you are seeing another, I could be jealous and that would push you into someone else's arms. What we are afraid of doesn't necessarily exist, but life is a sulf-fulfilling prophecy. We can cause it to happen just by what we do when we worry about it. Do you really want me to be with another?

I keep thinking that in a few weeks things will begin to change for us. A new season, new opportunites to make the best use of... In the meantime, I see attention from men who want to hold me and love me. I'm not talking about sex, although I'm sure guys (secretly or not so secretly) have a 'slight' interest in that, too. And I always push them away if they get too close to me. Because the only man I want is you. But even though pushing me away is your defense mechanism, it is rejection to me. ME. The one you love, you are rejecting her and it's breaking her heart. You do know far too well how this kind of rejection feels, but I don't know that you know I'm feeling it from you. You are the one who has said many times, and/or feels, that no one ever, ever, will love me nearly as much as you do. Yet it is your distance that pushes me away and breaks the heart of the one you love 'more than anything'. The cold distance is too much for me to bear sometimes. But I keep holding on until this waiting time passes-- And on those lonely nights (wait-- that's all of them...) I try to pretend that you are with me. That you are gone on business or whatever other convenient fantasy. Then I wake up, I never see the sunrise anymore, and all I know is that I'm alone. What I need is your love.

Your words told me that I'm the best thing that every happened to you. That I am the world to you, and your life is better just because I 'let' you love me. Want me to miss you tremendously? I do. Want me to pledge to love you forever? I will. Want to guarantee that we'll never fight? I can promise you that when we disagree I will remember that our relationship is with every effort I can make. What do you want? Do you want my heart? Win it.

Show your love for me. You think that you have so much anger and bitterness in your heart that none of this is there anymore, but it is. If it was there before, it's still there. And I still see glimpses from time to time, so it's not dead, it's hiding. Your tenderness. Your adoration. The way you'd take my face in your hands and tell me I'm beautiful, so many times. Kiss my neck. Stroke my body, listen to my rambling stories. All of these thing have always given you strength, power, life. It seems like you feel that it is those things which are missing from your life now. But you can get them back. Cuddle with me on the couch. Take a nap with me. At first the wall you've built will still be there, but I have seen that wall melt away in a matter of minutes, so I know this is possibly. The first time you let your guard down, the easier it is the next time. Do one thing first and the wall will come down, which is what I know you want. It is true that I could find all these nice things elsewhere, if I were looking. With men who don't have walls. They are things that many couples do. But I'm not. Because any other person I may find, who would like to share these intimacies with me, is not YOU. It's the YOU part that makes this something I want to share. Not do, but share with you. I will be patient while your wall comes down, but you have to make the first step. You have to or you will remain surrounded. You are the one I love, and today, my heart still breaks because I am so very alone without you.

If you read this posting and you feel like I am talking to you, don't respond. Don't ask who I am. If you read this and you can practically hear your love talking to you, then it is her. Take action. Go to her, tell her you'd like to spend a little time with her, even if it's just for coffee. Look into her eyes. You don't need to explain your feelings-- She won't understand them all anyway. You don't have to make promises-- All she wants is to know you love her. Look into her eyes and give her a tender kiss. The lips, the cheek, the forehead, the lips. Wherever. Be tender with her and you will see love return. Things are meant to be wonderful, not painful. Go to her, and do it today. Please.

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