I Wish I Had Met

I Can Become A New Woman Every Day Until I Like The Woman I Become, Then I Can Become Her For A While, If Not Forever!

When You Start A New Job Or A Particular Journey, You Really Don't Know What To Expect. I Mean, You Hear About Your Name Being On The Bestsellers List, But It Doesn't Really Mean Anything. Like, Really, What Does That Translate To?

Falling In Love Was A Solo Act. I Knew That, Had Learned That The Hard Way. You Just Jumped And Hoped Your Parachute Opened. Sometimes You Looked Up And Saw You Were Falling By Yourself, The Object Of Your Desire Still On The Plane, Not Interested In Jumping, Watching You Descend Into That Scary Place Alone.

Physical Attraction Was About Aesthetics, Not Sexual Performance, Not Mental Stimulation. Without A Mental Connection, A Remarkable Sexual Performance Yielded No Lifelong Guarantees. It Was Only Lust. And Lust Was Not Love.

Its Impossible To Explain Creativity. It's Like Asking A Bird, 'how Do You Fly?' You Just Do.