Rubik's Cube

This was not supposed to happen. I was not supposed to be into him all over again. I was not supposed to be smitten and all googly-eyed like this! I wrote about how to get over an a**hole, but apparently I really don't know because I'm not over him. I'm not over Metro. Just writing about him now has me grinning like a little b**ch.

I went to see him on Friday after Thanksgiving. Oh before I forget, I must fill you in on my Thanksgiving with B.S (the other a**hole that I got over successfully). I went over there, not as his date, but as the f**king cook. There was no romance there whatsoever. I wound up making the majority of the sides and all in attendance enjoyed the spread. All and all, I made the most of the situation and enjoyed myself. He went to bed before me and I joined him later that night; we cuddled and that was about it. He woke up to go to work and I went back home to Queens. I was content with doing absolutely nothing with him, because I know that he's not the one for me.

On Friday I went to spend time with Metro. I drove back out to BK and enjoyed my time with him..... That night we watched movies, cuddled and enjoyed each other's company. The following morning I was awakened by kisses all over my body - talk about sensual wake up call. Mmmm, I'm smirking a devious grin at the mere thought of
what was followed by those sensual kisses... He makes me smile, he makes me feel like a school girl, I really like him, but he's.......

He's like a Rubik's cube: He's complicated, yet challenging. He's complex, yet so simple (as I begin to learn him). I want to put him down because I keep getting frustrated, but he fascinates me and he holds my attention. He intrigues me and I am determined to solve this puzzle.

It's the simple things.... The simple things mean so much. After cuddling on the sofa while watching movies I fell asleep on his chest while he caressed my stomach. He made the bed and we both went into it at around. Although I wanted to do something, nothing went down, sleepiness set in....Why rush? - there was always the next day.

The next day came and I got what I wanted: Sensuality, tenderness, intensity and intimacy. My body and mind craved all of these things..... The question that I'm plagued with is why I had all of these things with the man I deemed an "a**hole" so few months ago.

My male friends read my pieces and tell me that Metro isn't all bad. From their constructive criticism I've come to learn that I do blow things out of proportion from time to time.

Could Metro be the one or am I just caught in a dreamworld?