Dashing, Divine, and Sexy

So we go out tonight. A beautiful night, how I long for this weather never to end. The San Genarro Feast is packed, way too packed. Not what it used to be, could've sworn I saw a little old chinese woman trying to sell a roll of toilet paper. So he is quite handsome, we eat, we walk, we talk, he holds my hand. He is gentle, sweet, speaks lovingly. His eyes are beautiful. They speak to me. I can see his dreams, his desires. I desire him, not forever, just for now. He claims he needs to go slow with me. I want him to speed it up. He talks and talks, shares his dreams, his goals. He has a 5 year plan. I don't wish to be part of the plan, I have other plans. Do I share them with him? Do I reveal marriage is great, finding one who is marriage minded...well..good luck. I don't believe there is just one person out there who can really make you happy. I think everyone is full of shit. I think people just believe they might marry because what else will they do. I believe some people look for financial security, some for children, to bring into a cold and morbid world, hope you all live until you're 90. If you don't, who will take care of the kids? How more fucked up will they be without you? So I think he needs to look and share elsewhere, stop his drinking and smoking and start making babies, so he can see them grow up, see them graduate. Now, if he wants to become better aquainted, wants to pass some time with a vixen, wants to be a bit obnoxious and carefree, then I think we're on. If not, what a waste of a dashing, divine, and oh so sexy man. He needs to rush, he needs to pull himself together, he needs to chase after his dream woman and dream children. As for me, I just want a sweet, passionate fling, someone, unlike the ex, who threatened to get me pregnant. Not looking to get trapped, not looking to fall in love, just looking to fall in lust. Lust is good. Love is bad. Keep telling thy self no need to buy the whole pig just for the sausage....Lust lust lust.....