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By Anthony Douglas Gere
Its like a bittersweet massacre all rolled up in a romantic comedy, because
there is a part of you that is sympathetic to whatever happens, and entertained
beyond belief that it is not happening to you. But in this conversation, we began
to personalize our overall view on what togetherness is, and was somewhat
moving our way out of each other’s way to come closer together. It kind of took
on a life of its own, in referring to the conversation and moment, and start
teaching us about things we would not have brought up on our own, in dealing
with us as a couple trying to bond closer. I mean something was happening,
but it wasn’t apparent until it was over, and we wanted to feel that closeness,
again and again. So we kept going back to a certain phase and vibe, and kept
feeling the things that were making us addicted to this new drug we have never
experienced. We were on a roller coaster, and though it was fun and
entertaining, things kept leaving us off of this emotional ride and we wanted it
to continue to learn more about learning, living, loving and listening. But where
it kept leaving us, was on another level closer to a place we didn’t even know
existed, and even though we were growing, we were diminishing at the same
time. So now we are really into to this thing, and I am wondering, who is now,
the predator and the prey, and does each know its role and what role that is in
particular. So now my competitive juices start following, but also, a side of me
that believes the most important part of a conversation, is listening, so I was. I
was humbly preparing myself for each and every word that was said and
coming out of her mouth, that each word took on three more meanings, and the
next word, the same which brought me back to where she was coming from
and going. So now I really in it. I am listening, absorbing, throwing out the good
and the bad, and storing in my mind what I can to keep recalculating everything
that is happening, not being said, not being heard and delivered back by me.
Now also throw in the fact that I was primarily raised by women. The major
influences in my life were women, so to some, I am a bit to emotional and
sensitive. But soon as you think I am defining myself in a certain way, throw in
that I had uncles that were true, beast. Men that if you looked up the word
"dog" in the dictionary, depending on which dictionary you look in, there would
be at least a few words mentioning them or a link to a photo with them looking
innocent and arrogant at the same time. But being a so-called, momma’s boy
myself, I do have a very sensitive side. My feelings can be hurt really easy over
the most silliest and dumb shit imaginable, but I have this ability to endure a lot
more than you may think when I seem to be tapping out. I think it comes from a
drive my grandmother installed in me. This part that you go to when you know
you need to get there, and nothing facing you, can endure what they don’t know
they are facing. That un-described strength, that goes beyond logic. Where you
become almost primal, and the reason you have that power with and within
you, is for certain times that mean an awful lot to you. And this is one of those
moments. So needless to say, I am really loving my woman right now, and
loving her for introducing me to this moment.
Now there are a few things about me that I feel you should know. I mean I am
sure many of you think I may or may not be this or that, and that’s okay. That’s
you. But for the record and out of full respect, I need to explain to you, a few
things that are seriously true about me and bothers the hell out me. I hate
talking on the phone, and when I talk to you personally be it on the phone, in
person or in text, I like to tell stories. I hate the phone because I was always on
it in the past, and I simply, just hate it. So if you talk to me on the phone, I can
pretty much guarantee you that the conversation will not be long. It will be
potent, you will get an answer, but it will be short. If it goes longer than needed
in my opinion, I will tell you I will call you back. I will get back to you when I can
devote the proper time to whatever we need to communicate to each other, but
trust me, unless I am totally taken by you or the moment, the conversation will,
I repeat, will be short. I am one of the few that actually like that you can’t drive
holding a cell phone. I hate that shit. People driving a three pound piece of
metal or plastic going down the highway at seventy miles a hour, trying to drive,
talk, get directions and more, and jeopardize my life because they didn’t take a
extra five minutes at home to do what they need to do.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Its like a bittersweet massacre all rolled up in a romantic comedy, because
there is a part of you that is sympathetic to whatever happens, and entertained
beyond belief that it is not happening to you. But in this conversation, we began
to personalize our overall view on what togetherness is, and was somewhat
moving our way out of each other’s way to come closer together. It kind of took
on a life of its own, in referring to the conversation and moment, and start
teaching us about things we would not have brought up on our own, in dealing
with us as a couple trying to bond closer. I mean something was happening,
but it wasn’t apparent until it was over, and we wanted to feel that closeness,
again and again. So we kept going back to a certain phase and vibe, and kept
feeling the things that were making us addicted to this new drug we have never
experienced. We were on a roller coaster, and though it was fun and
entertaining, things kept leaving us off of this emotional ride and we wanted it
to continue to learn more about learning, living, loving and listening. But where
it kept leaving us, was on another level closer to a place we didn’t even know
existed, and even though we were growing, we were diminishing at the same
time. So now we are really into to this thing, and I am wondering, who is now,
the predator and the prey, and does each know its role and what role that is in
particular. So now my competitive juices start following, but also, a side of me
that believes the most important part of a conversation, is listening, so I was. I
was humbly preparing myself for each and every word that was said and
coming out of her mouth, that each word took on three more meanings, and the
next word, the same which brought me back to where she was coming from
and going. So now I really in it. I am listening, absorbing, throwing out the good
and the bad, and storing in my mind what I can to keep recalculating everything
that is happening, not being said, not being heard and delivered back by me.
Now also throw in the fact that I was primarily raised by women. The major
influences in my life were women, so to some, I am a bit to emotional and
sensitive. But soon as you think I am defining myself in a certain way, throw in
that I had uncles that were true, beast. Men that if you looked up the word
"dog" in the dictionary, depending on which dictionary you look in, there would
be at least a few words mentioning them or a link to a photo with them looking
innocent and arrogant at the same time. But being a so-called, momma’s boy
myself, I do have a very sensitive side. My feelings can be hurt really easy over
the most silliest and dumb shit imaginable, but I have this ability to endure a lot
more than you may think when I seem to be tapping out. I think it comes from a
drive my grandmother installed in me. This part that you go to when you know
you need to get there, and nothing facing you, can endure what they don’t know
they are facing. That un-described strength, that goes beyond logic. Where you
become almost primal, and the reason you have that power with and within
you, is for certain times that mean an awful lot to you. And this is one of those
moments. So needless to say, I am really loving my woman right now, and
loving her for introducing me to this moment.
Now there are a few things about me that I feel you should know. I mean I am
sure many of you think I may or may not be this or that, and that’s okay. That’s
you. But for the record and out of full respect, I need to explain to you, a few
things that are seriously true about me and bothers the hell out me. I hate
talking on the phone, and when I talk to you personally be it on the phone, in
person or in text, I like to tell stories. I hate the phone because I was always on
it in the past, and I simply, just hate it. So if you talk to me on the phone, I can
pretty much guarantee you that the conversation will not be long. It will be
potent, you will get an answer, but it will be short. If it goes longer than needed
in my opinion, I will tell you I will call you back. I will get back to you when I can
devote the proper time to whatever we need to communicate to each other, but
trust me, unless I am totally taken by you or the moment, the conversation will,
I repeat, will be short. I am one of the few that actually like that you can’t drive
holding a cell phone. I hate that shit. People driving a three pound piece of
metal or plastic going down the highway at seventy miles a hour, trying to drive,
talk, get directions and more, and jeopardize my life because they didn’t take a
extra five minutes at home to do what they need to do.
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