50 Reasons Why I'm A Catch

1. I am friendly.

2. I clean without being asked.

3. I'm naturally warm blooded (like a space heater).

4. I don't get migraines.

5. I know how to say the alphabet backwards, slowly.

6. I can believe it's not butter.

7. I hate Nickleback.

8. I know how to make fire.

9. I have battle scars.

10. My palms get sweaty when I get nervous.

11. My favorite movie is Stranger than Fiction.

12. I'm not good at first shooter video games.

13. I know how many megabytes are in a gigabyte.

14. My favorite color is green because of my 1st grade crush.

15. The U.S. economy doesn't stress me out.

16. I can fix your stubbed toe.

17. I enjoy cooking.

18. I know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie-pop.

19. I've never seen High School Musical.

20. I'm not a good lier.

21. I sing in the shower.

22. I like to spoon.

23. I've never lost at Monopoly.

24. I can relate.

25. I can fix it.

26. ...because you're worth it.

27. I'm Irish... yet sensitive.

28. I can always ring the carnival bell.

29. I won't donkey punch you.

30. I'm not on Megan's List.

31. I'm not the deadliest catch, but I'm pretty witty.

33. I can run a marathon.

34. I don't get motion sickness.

35. I live in the state of Chuck Norris (literally).

36. I dream in color.

37. I've never won at Hungry Hungry Hippo.

38. I will never "let you win" at Hungry Hungry Hippo.

39. I'll half stand every time you leave the table.

40. I always walk closest to the road.

41. My shoulder is more absorbent than a tissue.

42. I was born with a hand like Spiderman.

43. I know ballet.

44. I will be your tiny dancer.

45. I built a house.

46. I'm a brick house.

47. I've eaten green eggs and ham... and liked it.

48. I avoid getting caught in the rain but would cherish it with you.

49. I don't like pneumonia.

50. I'm single.

The Art of Seduction

Lately I've been staying up late watching foreign films, most of them French, and I mentioned one of them to a friend of mine. It's about a young man who has trouble discerning dreams from reality. This man is trying to win the heart of a young woman who lives in the adjacent apartment from him. A man at his work keeps giving him chauvinistic advise to stop being a chicken and just sleep with her. He uses the word "seduce" a few times in the film. I was explaining to my friend how it was slightly difficult to understand which parts of the film were meant to be strange and which parts were odd because of the difference in culture.
A few days later that same friend and I went to the movie theatre. We watched a "psyochosexual thriller" that's portrayed in a very artsy way. One of the main male characters (whom I think was suppose to be French) "seduces" the lead actress, but honestly, it looked more forced than captivating.
After the movie, we talked about how the movie portrayed seduction and my friend asked if that's what I though seduction was. Since I told him about that French film, and since he thought French people were suppose to be the romantic ones, he wondered if seduction actually looked closer to the movie... closer to rape.
Seduction is power without force, confidence without arrogance, and trepidation without fear. I told him that I thought the movies had it all wrong. "Yes," I thought, "seduction is all these things... but not forced."
What do I know though, I'm not French.

Modern Day Dilemma

Time moves on quicker and bogs memories as the fog gets thicker. The constant motion of life and changing plight keeps me on my toes. No one knows what tomorrows bring or when or if our fortune bell will ring. Covers come off in the morning and no day's wasted on the chronic man. I spend a life span working on my ironic plan; work all day to rest and play.

Hidden Song

Your walls are tall and built with brick.
Your defense is strong and words are quick.

I bend, break and pry for your sake.
I hear your croons and tunes you make.

Lured in like a passing sailor,
you capture me like a county jailer.

Your songs don't come from your voice,
rather deeper down when you made a choice.

God gave you a song, your life to live.
When you sing, you belong, your gift to give.

Your voice carries endeavor,
your mind, success to measure.

But you burden yourself with fearing failure of fame
and inflict yourself with undeserved blame.

Open your lips and feel the hardships fade away.

Worship

The quiet music builds. I've forgotten the peace of mind in grace. I lift up my voice as a cry for freedom from the standards and quotas of this world. The atmosphere is radically changed. My soul delights. Water bursts from the everlasting springs to remind me how little I understand. I am humble once again.

Same As Yesterday

I want that secret someone. I want that girl I can't stand to be away. I want to come home to my apartment, take off my shoes, drop the weight of the world and lay next to her. I want to wake up knowing she stayed near me while I dreamt. Her presence alone guards off my fears.

The more I live, the less I see this coming true. It seems every month my hopes get more and more faint. I get close to a girl with optimism of a different outcome and am disappointed with the same.

I want to give up. I feel foolish for expecting something different. I want it to rain. I want the world to go grey and leave me alone in my bed. I want sleep to drown me if I could only close my eyes.

Forget It All

A dry summer breeze rushes between the leaves of a tree rooted in the center of a green waving pasture. Sitting just under the shade, is a single yellow flower growing tall and full. It would seem out of place if it weren't framed so perfectly into its space. Wide open sky soar over head as clusters of clouds float by like billowing masses of ships.

Time creeps by as the shade shifts around with the sun.