me and mr. blind
I was walking across the street this afternoon not paying attention because what’s the fun in that; when someone tripped me with a cane.
Yeah. A cane.
So I says, “HEY!”
Turns out he was blind.
Severely.
To appease his guilt he asked me if I would have coffee with him.
To appease my guilt, I agreed.
There we sat at buckeys. Me and blind boy.
Me challenging his blindness by unbuttoning my blouse a little more. Ducking and weaving; knowing I was soooo close to calling his blind bluff.
Him complimenting my voice and intellect. Like that’s enough.
Hmm... I thought.
No mention of my mini-skirt, my 3 inch heels, my fabulous legs or long black tresses, and what about my ravenous brown eyes? What are they? Chopped liver!
I’m sorry but I just can’t date someone who is incapable of appreciating when I take time out of my day to give a jhush and make myself fuckable.
Yeah. A cane.
So I says, “HEY!”
Turns out he was blind.
Severely.
To appease his guilt he asked me if I would have coffee with him.
To appease my guilt, I agreed.
There we sat at buckeys. Me and blind boy.
Me challenging his blindness by unbuttoning my blouse a little more. Ducking and weaving; knowing I was soooo close to calling his blind bluff.
Him complimenting my voice and intellect. Like that’s enough.
Hmm... I thought.
No mention of my mini-skirt, my 3 inch heels, my fabulous legs or long black tresses, and what about my ravenous brown eyes? What are they? Chopped liver!
I’m sorry but I just can’t date someone who is incapable of appreciating when I take time out of my day to give a jhush and make myself fuckable.
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