I really don't want to get to know you.
I cannot care less.
I am sure you are a wonderful person,
witty and intelligent.
I know your children mean the world to you
and they always come first ...
right after your career
and money-making quests.
I am not interested in how well you are doing
or how life is not fair.
I am not going to be a good listener,
and I don’t want to pretend.
I don’t want to know your story
and what you have learned.
I am not interested in your background
and who you’ve become.
I’m sure you are as open-minded as one can be
and are interested in other cultures, creeds and cuisines.
Your future plans mean nothing to me
just like your daily running, biking or gym.
I don’t want to take a coffee to see if we click,
and I am not interested in checking if there is chemistry.
I know that we spoke and understood what we’ve said,
but that does not mean that we did really connect.
Don't try to cram me in a box with a label on the top of it
and then tell me who I am, what I think and how I feel:
Rest assured that your "thin slicing" method is too thick
and you would need years to understand me!
I don’t want to know how great a kisser you are
and how fantastic could be our sex.
I don’t want you to pamper and spoil me ...
or get on my nerves.
I am sure that you're handsome
and as good looking as you say,
and that the belly you're carrying around
you will lose any day now.
I don’t want to be your mistress or your sugar babe;
I’ m not looking for a one night stand
with a perfectly strange man.
The phrase “No Strings Attached fun" is preposterous.
I don’t want to take it slowly
and become friends first
I don’t want to marry you - ever
or become your forever girl-friend.
I don’t want to be lovers and friends,
I’m sure I am not the one who is your soul mate,
and I don’t think
you could ever manage to sweep me off my feet.
I don’t want to know you, I don’t want to date.
Don’t take it personally though; do not despair:
It is not about you - it is all about me!
You are really great;
It's just that I am in love
with somebody else.
Eterne
June 2010
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