u/FaintTouch

It’s been a day. Not a bad one, just a full one.

I’m winding down with tea, like I do most evenings. I’ve never been a wine girl, so don’t ask me to pretend otherwise.

I’m here because it’s evening, I’m mellow, and I’d rather talk to one interesting man who’s had a day like this too. Full, not bad, just a lot.

I've realized I almost always click with men whose lives look nothing like mine. I spend enough time in creative spaces already. A lot of feeling, not much stoicism. I want to bother an executive for some reason, hear about a world I don't know.

That does not mean I want a play-by-play of your meetings, and I definitely do not need another conversation about color theory. I get enough of my own world. I just like the idea of stepping into someone else’s for a little while.

Speaking of little, I am. Which means at 4’11”, I reserve the right to antagonize taller men on principle.

I'm married. A mother. I take care of myself. If you tilted your espresso and added the softest splash of milk, you would land somewhere near my complexion. That means I’m Ebony / Black, beautifully dark-skinned, and yes, you’ll like it. I’m walking around somewhere on the East Coast with long, dark curly hair, dark eyes that almost look black and glasses. Look down, you can’t miss me.

I’m not sure how much later I’ll be around, but if we both get lost in this recovering evening, let’s talk in the morning.

I posted in another subreddit last night, and I don't know why some part of me thinks this evening will bring a different batch of men in this one.

But here we are.

I should probably be doing something more productive than posting this. Instead, I'm staring at a blouse I'm trying to convince myself is still salvageable.

I don't know why I wore it today. Of all days. While working on something that had no business being anywhere near nice clothes.

Maybe that's one of my flaws. I do things I know I probably shouldn't do. Like wearing the blouse. Like posting again.

But I'm here, so...

I've realized I almost always click with men whose lives look nothing like mine. I spend enough time in creative spaces already. A lot of feeling, not much stoicism. I want to bother an executive for some reason, hear about a world I don't know.

Speaking of different... I'm still 4'11". That hasn't changed since yesterday. Tall men are still getting teased. I will remind you of espresso, with a faint hint of milk. Long dark curls, glasses, somewhere in PA.

If you're around, say hello. Just be normal about it.

It’s been a day. Not a bad one, just a full one.

I’m winding down with tea, like I do most nights. I’ve never been a wine girl, so don’t ask me to pretend otherwise.

I’m here because it’s late, I’m mellow, and I’d rather talk to one interesting man who’s had a day like this too. Full, not bad, just a lot.

I prefer conversations with someone who feels like my complete opposite. I spend most of my life in creative spaces, so I’m drawn to a different kind of energy. Someone who lives in a different world than I do.

That does not mean I want a play-by-play of your meetings, and I definitely do not need another conversation about color theory. I get enough of my own world. I just like the idea of stepping into someone else’s for a little while.

Speaking of little, I am. Which means at 4’11”, I reserve the right to antagonize taller men on principle. I take care of myself. If you tilted your espresso and added the softest splash of milk, you would land somewhere near my complexion. I’m walking around somewhere on the East Coast with long, dark curly hair and glasses. Look down, you can’t miss me.

I’m not sure how much later I’ll be up, but if we miss each other tonight, let’s talk in the morning.

I've been seeking something steady and culturally aligned (Middle Eastern | Arab Mature Men), and lately it feels like trying to plug something into an outlet in the dark.
Teasing, frustrating, and close enough to annoy me.

I like having someone to look forward to in the quiet parts of the day. Maybe you'll receive a few moments from me between your meetings. I'm easy to be around, mixed with a little this and a little that, small enough to fit in your lap, but sharp enough that my softness doesn't take away from my maturity.

I'm not looking for something that costs either of us more than we have to give. Just someone who notices when I show up, and knows I notice when he does too.
You've lived enough to know the difference between what looks good and what actually feels good, and choose the latter.

Let's create our little spot. I'll be there.

And maybe, if you're patient, you can help me with my Arabic too. It's horrifying.

I've been seeking something steady and culturally aligned, and lately it feels like trying to plug something into an outlet in the dark. Teasing, frustrating, and close enough to annoy me.

I like having someone to look forward to in the quiet parts of the day. Maybe you'll receive a few moments from me between your meetings. I'm easy to be around, mixed with a little this and a little that, small enough to fit in your lap, but sharp enough that my softness doesn't take away from my maturity.

I'm not looking for something that costs either of us more than we have to give. Just someone who notices when I show up, and knows I notice when he does too.
You've lived enough to know the difference between what looks good and what actually feels good, and choose the latter.

Let's create our little spot. I'll be there.

And maybe, if you're patient, you can help me with my Arabic too. It's horrifying. ~