Welcome to the world of over thinking…
Before i continue you should know I’ve been doing a lot of it. (Over thinking i mean)
I’ve passed through a period of slight depression and confusion and come out in a world of possibilities that lead me to overthink a lot more than i used to.
But let’s keep this simple… Intent.
It’s a mother F**ker. There is intent (good or bad) behind everything we do. At the base of all actions is the sole desire to gain something.
This really screws me up when it comes to flirting with women.
I work in an area that has some amazing looking women and i find myself wishing i could overcome that intent barrier.
Yes i want to get some of them into a bedroom and make them sweat, scream, moan and even black out in the throes of ecstasy but there’s more to it.
I want to find out if these women have more than stunning bodies and pretty faces. I want to know if we can talk for hours about geeky movies and which films they enjoyed more. I want to know how they cope in awkward situations and if they have any interests they are passionate about… i want to know if we can hang out and be challenged by each other’s perceptions and ideas. I want to argue, make up, live life and discover. and yes I want to fuck.
But at the back of my mind is that Bitch INTENT humming away telling me that her shields already up. Telling me she’s already thinking “he just wants to fuck, He’s going to hurt me, be prepared. Keep your guard up”
Wish i could stop over thinking.
I suppose it’s my issue not hers.