Lord, I am being tempted by a man. Actually by a few.
It’s sort of interesting, because for the first time, when I pray for love, I’m not calling anyone’s name and I am actively banishing faces and memories from my thoughts of the future.
I went to the river on yesterday morning.
I took Mama Osun pumpkin, squash, grains, cornmeal, honey, candy, pineapple, and some pretty yellow flowers, five of everything. It was a beautiful part of Trinidad, the Aripo river. The water was so clean and pure, and it was a part where the river breaks into small, pleasant rushes.
I prayed and thanked my mother for the abundance in my life, I thanked her for Keffi’s life, I thanked her for my life and the love in it, I prayed and asked for sweetness to enter my life, I prayed and asked for male female, pure sexual love to come into my life, I asked for her help to get me to grow. I told I didn’t know if I still wanted Sweet Thing, but I prayed for love to find me, to stay with me, I told her I would remain open to love, no matter how hard it was.
I felt peaceful after I left the river, but immediately after I plunged into work life, the shit with my underling cropped up and i’ve been in a pretty foul mood since.
Blech…. this is a test. I know that how I handle this girl is important and I am still struggling with what to do.
I am seriously disappointed in her, and quite skittish to have to work with her again, and I am sceptical that if given another chance, she will prove her maturity. She was rotated from the last department for quite similar behaviour and this is a serious infraction. Undermining me is serious.
So, it’s no suprise that the young man of the early dawn Sunday morning call a few weeks back, made a call.
Apparently he was the mysterious number that kept coming up in my phoneas a missed call and I was too busy to follow up on. He was a little upset I hadn’t returned his call. I told him I was going out last night and I told him where I was going. He asked me when we were going to go to that club, “Well you haven’t asked me out yet.”
He laughed, “Soon. Soon.”
Since then,at least two other men have popped up.
I never did make it to the club last night. Girlfriend who was my company for the evening was in crisis, so those plans had to take a back seat.
Since then, I’ve had an interesting interaction with at least one other guy and one promise, hint with another.
One of these guys is someone to closely related to my life… I know him through work, and he seems quite eager to rest something solid on me as they say in certain circles in Barbados. And you know, he has a bit of a reputation.
I just have this stupid rule about not shitting where I sleep….. I don’t do work-related male female things. I don’t mix business and pleasure like that. I don’t deal with men who are clients, or get involved with me who work for clients. I just don’t do it. It ushers in too many complications. He’s definitely smack dab in the work related type situation. Oh, but the things I’ve heard, the things I have heard. :sigh:
Hmmm…. and he’s just the kind of man I like, interesting and a little in awe of me.
He’s trying to tempt me and I am resisting though.
The other one was cute, cute, cute and although it was only a moment, I hope I see him again.
So let the avalanche of men begin….
I’m sure someone is going to ask me about Sweet Thing, that’s a good question:
What about Sweet Thing?
What about him indeed……
More unanswered questions….
There is more that is unseen in the world than seen.