Nothing but a stare

I often tell myself that if I see a guy more than 3 times in the same location we should talk or at least exchange numbers but it never end up the way it should. The thing is I would never approach a guy and start a conversation with them or start anything for that matter with any guys on the street or inside a bar. Like this one time I was going to this club, saw this handsome guy on the train. I’ve seen him before once on the same train number sitting across from me playing his PSP and time to time as he lift-up his head to see the stop signs he would glance at me. Maybe I am delusional maybe it’s just a look it’s ambiguous. But this time around he was looking in my direction and as I was getting off the train I could’ve sworn that he stares was longer and harder. But to my surprise he took a sit where I was sitting and sat down with one of his friends. I wonder what was going through his mind when we saw each other looking at each other’s eye. I know what going on in my mind, my heart and my pants. Once he I noticed he was looking, my dick got hard, then my heart start beating faster and faster and my mind start wonder of all the things, sexual and non-sexual, we can do together. Sexual thoughts are always the first to come in my mind. Never pays either of these emotion minds because I knew it was not something real but something fake and something to lust.

Sometimes when these guys look it’s never is what it should suppose to mean. I myself stare so it does not make any difference. That is why I enjoy riding on the subway. You can always be checking someone out without them ever realizing it. Unless your some pervert who likes to stares at people or a loser. Then your faith is seal in those that you stare at. PPL in NYC are the gentle creature as one might thing. They are brutal, mean and in your face with attitude. I guess that is one reason I don’t approach or talk to any body in public. But sometime you can’t help to check some cute dude out that is a fine man feature about him, sexy with his unique swagger charm. Nice sexy lips, sexy eye or sexy in appearances. I don’t think I get much stares. If I were it would be because of my looks or my lips. I am sexy and attractive once I am known to a person but it never happens so I don’t know. But I do know if I was another guy I would def check me out.

This sculpture remind me of extortion of the African race and People. It say to me, our ppl help create if not were created in the back of Africans. We extort them for the every goods their continent produce and the sad thing is I actually want a Louis Vuitton handbag or something. why? just so i can say I had one. Making me part of the cycle of demand and extortion. Just like Diamonds. It hurts me.