I never have been a back pocket kind of man.
I’m center stage, or not at all. Some people can’t deal with that, I suppose. That’s fine. Be on your way. Shoo shoo.
The way I look at it is like this: you either fucking want me or you don’t. But if you think I’m stupid enough to wait around while you put me in your back pocket, you clearly don’t know me very well.
Men like me will enter your atmosphere only one time in your life.
If you are very very fucking lucky, men like me will enter your atmosphere only one time in your life. Treat me like I don’t matter and you will find out real quick how much room I have in my world you.
I don’t settle. Ever.
In any aspect of life.
I wonder what could give it away, you know.
Hmm? Let me think.
Maybe it’s the fact that I am the best dad I have ever known that could indicate to you my tolerance for being laissez-faire about the things that matter to me. That of all the men I know, each one easily falls in second place to the amount of love and attention I pay to my own. That I cuddle my kids, tell them I love them, talk to them about their feelings and fears, read with them, play with them, pray with them – every single fuckin’ day without fail for over a decade straight.
Seeing me in this mode is a heart-wrenching moment that makes women melt when I am out at the store, a family function, or anywhere. I have watched it happen since the day I held them and I personally never really cared that it did.
I do it because it is the only kind of man I would ever want to be.
Or maybe my lack of settling could be spotlighted by the fact that I’ve been the youngest VP in nearly 200M dollar revenue company that might give you a clue to the concept that I don’t sit and wait around for shit to fall in my lap.
I run at it and cut my losses when the sales pitch falls on deaf ears.
Or maybe, just maybe, the one thing you know for certain. The one thing, that as you read this, you can confirm.
The single thing – you know – I am not lying about.
That in all of the entire land of Tumblr and the millions of blogs you will click on, there is no other blog that even feels similar to mine.
My passion, spoken in such an honest and crystal clear tone, might as well come with a signature because there no mistaking it as someone else’s.
So very personal in each musing because my heart is spilling onto these pages through every single fuckin’ word.
Maybe, just maybe, it could only be made possible from a man who has ingested every single thought as I witnessed a woman unraveling before my very eyes, time and time again, over and over, studying her every moan, twist, and turn, for longer than I can even remember.
Seemingly endless posts in vivid and intensely passionate detail describing exactly what it feels like when I push a woman over the edge into a state of emotional, physical, and sensual bliss.
As see I her, I soak in the state of mind I so carefully absorb in my counterpart, participating in her most intimate state of mind while she moves from happy to excited to scared to an eventual release within herself, breaking her mind from inhibitions and releasing herself into her soul.
I articulate it all with precision and ease, for the world to experience these emotions translated into written form because passion runs in my bloodstream and I embrace it in every aspect of who I am.
If you are center stage in my world, I will do anything for you.
A shoulder to cry on and I will be there in a heartbeat.
When a laugh is needed I will make you need to wipe your eyes.
Intimacy is the medicine and I will wipe you out in an onslaught of orgasms and place your beautiful head right on my chest to let you know you matter to me.
But I am never second best. Ever.
That princess will never happen.
So don’t kid yourself, sweetheart. I never left center stage.
You did. I’ll just dance with someone else now.