Maya Angelou might know why caged birds sing, but I
know why a certain gentleman, against all logic, is attracted to me, when he is
dating someone who looks like a runway model / exotic dancer.
I'm his aesthetic norm.
The fact is that out of all the women in our circle
I'm the one who looks most like him. I'm the one who looks most like his
people.
His attraction to me is the attraction of his blood
to his roots. Pardon the mixed metaphors. Simply put I remind him of home.
For days, like an indicator light, i flashed happy
then incredulous. Now, thanks to my midnight insight, i feel just plain ... disappointed.
Bleh!
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