INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

I'm a big hopeless romantic, and for us, the "how we met" story is important. It should be magical in it's moment, and memorable to the masses. For me, the "how we met" story is so important, that at times I may discount a girl I like just because I don't believe how we met was magical enough. I mean it's a story you are going to be telling family and friends for years to come, and always seems like the best relationships start with a great start. Say you are in line at the coffee shop your name is Alex, but so is this really pretty girl, who you bump into when they call out the order for Alex, so you both reach for the cup at the same time and touch hands. MAGIC. Or you are about to get in line at the grocery store when this guy cuts you off, so you start arguing with him, and somehow by the time it's all over, you have a date planned. MAGIC. I guess that's why I am not the biggest fan of internet dating. There is no spark to that, no mag...

I remember, I remember love, yeah how could I forget? I remember every memory of passion and pain, Sit back and reminisce. I remember you came to town in the fall, At at a time when my heart was coldest. And you warmed it up right from the start, Had me feeling like baby you can hold this... And I knew that you noticed, And I knew that you know this, Took me back to my high school days, Like girl who do yo go with? Cause you somebody I can grow with, You somebody I can show it, Show you the real me, Cause I know you can feel me, Fell in love so quickly, and Yeah we both guilty. The love too appealing, Alone with a broken heart, Hoping you can heal me, Take your time keep it real please. If this is real please, don't let it fall apart. I just hope we know what we're doing. Can't stop once we start. Remember how used it to feel... You laying in the bed and your head on my chest Remember how it used to feel. Getting chills from the wet of you kis...

Friend request gets sent, Notification that you've been accepted, Now you have expectations, You're fantasies get projected. I say hello, you say hello, Do you know who I am? She says that she knows. So now you just flow, Conversation it flows, You start out a secret, A friend that nobody knows, But the situation grows, Cause feelings got sowed. Now each word can be a weapon, Be careful it might explode.  Cause life changes right by the second And now you feel some type of way, And emotions are running over, Cause you ain't get to speak that day, And they not inviting you over. And saying things like I miss you, Can easily become an issue, We're firing off the emotions, We use them just like a missile. And relationships can be a war, But we supposed to be fighting together. But we across the enemy lines, Guns pointed right at each other. Like damn, didn't we used to be something? I swear we used to be s...

So I'm on this dating site, perusing through the hundreds of pictures, bouncing from profile to profile. The one thing I notice, is the answer to the question 'FIRST DATE', is very often "Anything but Dinner and a Movie". Now I have a problem with that, because a relationship is like 85% dinner and a movie. What better way to find out if you like a person? Let me explain. I've been in a few serious relationships, like I'm sure most of you have, and sure, there are lots of things that happen within the span of courtship; Vacations, parties, festivals, etc. etc. All fun things you guys do together. But those are like once every other month right? The majority of the relationship is you guys eating a meal together and watching Television, Netflix, and or a movie. You ask a married person, hey what'd you and the wife get into over the weekend? "Oh we just relaxed, laid around the house, watched movies". Finally got a babysitter, gonna ...

Hello again, I know I said I wasn’t coming back. But again you have found your way in here, somehow you have gotten near, and even though I don’t have any fear, I still want you to disappear. Hello, here we are again, those same old feelings, knees getting weak, tongue tied to speak, dog in heat, damn you taste so sweet and look good enough to eat. But like some foods, you taste good going in, but oh so horrible coming out. You know what I’m talking about. Hello old friend, how the hell did you get in? I thought I tossed you out on your ass, because what you offer never seemed to last, and all I’m left with is good memories of a bad past. Who told you to walk back in, who told you to bring me a new friend, I told you to keep it moving. Hello my dear, back again to whisper sweet nothing’s in my ear. Hold me close through the nights, got me through all those bitter fights. My sweet dear lover, you do me like no other. Pain is love, and love is pain, no wonder why I love f...