"And let us not be weary in well-doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." Galations 6:9
Scientist #2 made me climax 3 times this morning orally in 10 minutes before our date, but I am still more attracted to my bedspread. Don't get me wrong he is not ugly, but I could tell when he was laying in my arms (me on my back) and giving me guppy kisses all over my neck and chest that this was not going to work.The break up song "Say Something" came on the radio while I was gazing at the 3d laser lights bouncing off my wall to wall mirrors in the man cave I call my bedroom. I found myself in tears over someone else (as scientist #2 was now busy below working on my 4th climax) . That's when I decided to let the ghost go about dating scientists. I am going to dump them both. They need someone else. Not me!
Please God give me another chance to love and be loved again...with the right person. I don't want to climb a ladder to find it's leaned against the wrong building. No settling.
I do have hope about being with someone. I am just done looking for it, I spent the other day & evening with a person who if they were single...we'd be together again..but i am not a home wrecker. I do not want what is not mine.
So for now, I will not be weary in well-doing: for in due season I shall reap, if I faint not. When I get myself off my mind and help others, then God is free to work on my problems.
For instance, the 3rd time I passed my ex's neighbors door in Durham...I could no longer ignore the overwhelming desire to obey my instincts and knock.
I was so nervous, I was shaking. How could I explain to someone that I don't know about this strange nudge in my heart to knock on his door, and give them my can of peaches?
When the door opened...the person behind the screen was ash in color and in tears. I said, "You don't know me but God has put it on my heart to knock on your door and give you my can of peaches. So here you go buddy...God loves you!"
Before I heard his response, I handed him the can and scooted out of embarrassment.
Later that evening I was informed by my ex, that their neighbor was sitting in his chair with a gun to his head moments away from killing himself when I knocked. He was just diagnosed full blown AIDS.
He was unaware that HIV and AIDS were not a death sentence anymore. He didn't know he could live a healthy normal life span with medication he could even enjoy a healthy sex life with no risk of transmission if he were on meds.
Instead, he wanted to end his life. The stigma was too great. So with furor he cried out (one final time) for a sign that God loved him.
Here I come with a knock at the door (being led by my instincts) with a can of my peaches and telling him that God loves him. His answer to prayer came through a can of peaches. God answered his prayer through me and saved him from killing himself.
I am so glad I obeyed my instincts and knocked on his door. We are given instincts for a reason...I am using my instincts and have decided to quit looking for love, it will find me.
Scientist #1 has (fatal attraction) crazy eyes when I screw him. Don't mind his little d*ck (it's less work) as much as I do being trapped in the grips of those crazy eyes. Scarrrry!!! Plus he is some kind of BORING!!
Scientist#2 rolls his eyes in the back of his head and is tabulating something under his breath right before he climaxes. Its so funny...like he is calculating all variables during our intimacy...before he can reach the money shot. I have had to keep from laughing out loud so not to be rude. I also knew when he said he doesn't own TV I was in trouble. We ran out of things to say last time...guess I was giving it one more try. To him I am the center of the universe, he is sweet!!! I can't fake it though anymore.
I guess both are just not my flavor. I know my prince charming is out there and I am holding out for my hero. Until then, I am gonna keep on doing....the next right thing.
