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.