By Guest Butch, Raye
I have always hated dating. Even when I was newly out and in my twenties, I liked the attention I got from women but I was terrified to ask women out. I think it stems from the fact that when I did get bold enough (or drunk enough) to hit on a woman, it was always the wrong kind of woman. They were straight or game-playing bisexuals. High femme, heel wearing girly girl lesbians are hard to come by. And when they were shamelessly hitting on me, I noticed but I was not attracted to them. I literally had to hide from a woman who was chasing me one night (a story for another time.) Everyone has a type let’s face it. Mine was bitchy, high maintenance, passionate, sexy women who embraced their make-up and heels and flaunted their femininity.
Most lesbians who call themselves femme are not the kind of femme I look for. I want high femme extremely girly girls. I can’t speak for other butchies but I am butch because I was a 3 year old boi who fell for my uncle’s stripper girlfriend Glenda, hook line and sinker. When she strutted in with her long black hair, long flashy eyelashes, long painted nails, bright red lipstick and wearing a fedora, trench coat and stripper boots with 5 inch stilettos. I maintain to this day that she was a femme in hiding. She LOVED me.
When they would show up for our dysfunctional family gatherings at holidays, she would actively seek me out from the crowd of grandkids playing in the backyard and cover me with lipstick kisses all over my face. I loved that girl and showed out for her whenever I could. I lived for the rare occasions I got to see her. I think she knew I was a little baby butch. She was a dancer and no stranger to queer life. But she was an angel of a person as well. Even after my uncle dumped her for someone younger and bitchier (whom I hated) she still sent Christmas cards to my grandma every year until Gran passed away. I maintain that she was the reason I went after high femmes. And lesbians who don’t embrace that, don’t get my attention. I like girls who like being girls and flaunt it. They are the yin to my yang so to speak… the beautiful, sexy, opposite energy to balance my raging masculinity.
So when I hear stories from femmes saying that butches don’t reciprocate their attention, I am baffled. Maybe they are into butchies themselves. Maybe they are extremely shy or they don’t want to be presumptuous and assume you are a lesbian especially in places outside of the gay community. People think we are predatory for much less. We don’t wanna be seen as “the creepy guy” hitting on women with unwanted advances. Women so often voice their disgust at men’s unwanted advances even to the point that straight women go to gay bars just so they can dance without having some creepy dude slobber all over them and we don’t wanna be seen as THAT guy. We count ourselves a better option than men, we actively try to be better than any man who has wronged a woman and we don’t want to be relegated to acting like them or being seen as the same.
That is why I find it funny that you compare your experiences with men hitting on you and how butchies react to you. Which is it? Do you like the butchies that act the way men treat you or do you want something different? Men are not subtle. Men are idiots who jump at the opportunity to get into a woman’s pants if she shows the slightest bit of an opening. I am not a man. I am more selective, more cautious, more into you as a person than what you have to offer me in the bedroom. I want what you can offer in the bedroom but I want to know that you want me too. Rejection is painful for anyone. And women usually look at us with disdain as if we are creepy men trying to prey on them even lesbians look at us this way. People hiding behind their computers will tell you the truth about what they really think and really want. Take a look at dating sites and see how many high femme women seeking women will specifically say NO MEN, NO BUTCH, NO STUD in bold capital letters as if we are all the same thing. It is a disproportionate number I assure you. I have looked in different cities just to research if it is just mine. It isn’t…
So of course we are going to be shocked that a femme has any interest and maybe even not trust it if we think she might.
I can only speak for myself but when I am single, if a femme makes eye contact with me in a lesbian bar and smiles, I fucking notice that shit and I smile back usually with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. If you see this look from me, you have garnered my attention and intrigue. If I make a point to make eye contact with you, and you turn your head without looking at me again, I will take that as a sign you are not interested and move on to the next woman. There is no place for shyness when picking someone up. You can be reserved, withholding and flirtatious which is sexy but if you are trying to act like I don’t exist and not giving me any sign that you want me, I am not going to waste my time. If I did the same, you would be just as hurt. A smile and body language goes a long way. Lean into me. Let your attraction to me show through your eyes. You don’t have to be all over me, in fact that turns me off. Eye contact is sexier than you know. Averting your eyes looks shifty and at the very least makes me think you are bored or disinterested in me. Eye contact in a verbal exchange is a direct challenge. It lets me read your thoughts behind your words and lets me know that you are trying to tell me something and that I should listen. I hear you when you speak to me with clear, direct eye contact.
If I make an effort to walk up to you in any setting, be it a bar or the grocery store and start a conversation with you, I am interested. Plain and simple.
It may be a dumb corny joke or it may be a question of your opinion on something, I am trying to let you know without scaring you off that I want to talk to you and I am looking for reasons to get your attention. Don’t ignore that and don’t play hard to get until you have indicated your interest first. I like hard to get when I know you want me but you are making me work for it. I don’t like it when I have no idea if you are interested and you are trying to make me read your mind. Again it’s that creepy guy thing I don’t wanna be. I don’t want to keep pushing you if you don’t want me.
All that being said I have had my moments of pure duh. (I don’t remember if I shared this story before on CCL but for the readers unfamiliar with my writing, I will save time by summing it up again here.) I used to be an assistant manager for Autozone at a high traffic store in Connecticut . And I kid you not this store had a high volume of hot women who would come in to the store looking for help with their cars. My boss used to come get me from the back room and point her out to me every time one came in. I was butch, in my twenties and single but I was professional about my job. I can’t say the same about the men that worked for me. They took every chance they could get to hit on the women who came in. I didn’t. In fact the guys on my crew would get so frustrated at me because 9 times out of 10 the women would make a beeline for me the moment they walked in the door. I was always respectful, helpful and spoke to them as intelligent adults instead of talking down to them about their cars. I am sure this is why. They probably felt more comfortable talking with a woman. Often we would be required to change a battery for a customer or windshield wipers or a bulb or something else equally simple.
True story, one day I was working on managerial duties like planograms behind the counter while my guys handled customers. I heard a female voice say, “Excuse me but can you tell me how I would go about getting a battery for my car?”
I glanced up from my work to see a very attractive redhead standing with another woman. My gaydar went off but I figured they were a couple.
So I smiled and said, “Well first you should come tell me what kind of car you have and I would look up the part number for you.”
She then asked me if someone could assist her with installing it. I glanced at her more boyish friend and I said that I would get her battery for her and take it to the checkout so she could pay for it. Then I would take her friend out to her car and see what tools I would need to install it for her while she was there. She looked a little disappointed but she handed the other woman her keys. I walked out with the friend and saw a rainbow sticker on the trunk lid as I passed it walking to the hood of the car. I smiled, knowing that my gaydar was good even with this femme. I checked it out and came back in to grab the toolbox and carry her battery out to the car for her. After all, those things are heavy.
As I worked on the car, the girl began talking to her boyish friend rather loudly about how it was so hard to meet other lesbians at her college and how she was out to everyone in her dorm but could not seem to meet anyone. Now I assumed that she had been friends with this person for a long time since I had misjudged them as a couple and I found it rather strange that her friend did not already know about her dating woes but I listened and smiled as I hid behind the hood and worked. She popped her head around the hood, smiled and then leaned on the car to show me her cleavage and asked me if there was anything she could help me with or do for me.
I raised an eyebrow and almost laughed wondering what she could possibly do to help me install the car battery in her nice clothes and heels and smiled and said, “No thanks I am almost finished but I will need you to start the car to make sure the battery has a good charge.”
She started the car and I closed the hood and collected my tools. She got out of the car and began to tell me how much she appreciated my help and how nice I had been. I smiled again, blushed and told her it was my pleasure and grabbed my toolbox to head inside. As I was walking away she called out across the parking lot, “It was nice to meet you!!”
I turned around and smiled yet again saying “Likewise!”
She looked utterly confused. I turned around and kept walking inside kicking myself for not being able to turn around and go back. I now realize that if she had been any more obvious she would have straddled me under the hood of the car. I don’t have a clue why I was such a spaz. I kicked myself for it a long time after that and seriously contemplated using her phone number for the warranty to call her and ask her out but I thought that would be unethical and I figured by then she would have forgotten who I was. What a dolt. I blew it. The guys hounded me for months about the missed opportunity. Even THEY could see she wanted me. But all it takes for a guy to think a woman wants him is for her to look at him. I didn’t want to be like the hound dog guys on my crew. But it was obvious. And I blew it.
I guess all that is to say, that you may be gorgeous and perfectly stating your case but we might still blow it. We want you, but the words just don’t make it out because you are just too damned hot and we are temporarily… well retarded. Women do that to us from time to time. Anyhow if you wanted to hit on me in any setting, here is what you do. Come up to me with a smile and cheerfully say hello. Tell me your name. Ask me my name. Compliment me or comment on something I am doing or holding. Don’t ask me for help with any type of task because I will think our conversation is functional. I will not assume you are hitting on me. Ask me my opinion on something you are about to buy and I will assume you are hitting on me. If you are wearing something rainbow, yes I will notice it but not all straight girls know what the rainbow means. Worst case scenario you could just ask me out or even tell me you are a femme and it is hard to meet butchies like me so you just wanted to come up and say hello and see if I would like a new friend.
Yes there are straight butches but they are more rare than high femme lesbians. It is not likely you are running into one of those. Don’t be forward, just be honest and sweet and I will notice. If it was me, this is what I would want. There is plenty of time to play hard to get in the butch/femme mating dance. If you play it in the beginning, you likely will end up at a dead end faster than you know it. However, if you don’t mind being the aggressor at first then you might just find the butch you want.
If none of this works then just chalk it up to the fact that the butch you thought you wanted is a weenie and probably couldn’t handle your sexy self anyway. If I was single and a woman came up to me saying those things and I found her attractive I would definitely capitalize on it. Then you can play hard to get when I am trying to bed you down. There is no rule that just because you show a butchie that you are interested in getting to know them means you want to sleep with them. And just because you are a femme does not mean a butch will be attracted to you. Femmes flirt with and hit on me all the time whether I am single or attached but that does not mean I am interested in them either. They may just not be my type physically or spiritually. Just because femmes are rare does not mean I am so desperate that I will jump at the first femme who shows me interest either. I am a good catch too ya know. I am sure many butchies feel just like I do. And if they are desperate, then that’s a mess you just don’t want to touch.
If you are femme you are like a chameleon. You blend into the scenery as something you may not be. Sometimes you might just have to purposely change your colors to stand out and be noticed. And by that I don’t mean change your physical appearance. But for fucks sake speak up and let a butchie know you are there! We notice the ones who do.
Yo!!!!! Raye!!!!!! It’s good to have you back!!! Us butches have been outnumbered for too long on CCL.
Way to tell the girlies like it is. They really just need to tell us, “I want you.” and even then, 90% of the time I might not get it.
Oh Raye!!!! CCL just hasn’t been the same without your wit and harsh truth. I’ve really missed it. I’m so glad you’re back. I hope you don’t leave us waiting too long for another blog. How have you been doing?
And ………
This blog makes me realize that I am way too subtle. I thought that a little twinkle in my eye when I look at a hot butchie was enough. No wonder I haven’t been asked out on a date in, oh, well a long long time.
Whoo-hoooo Raye’s back!!!
You tell ‘em bro. These femmey girls have to spell it out. I love the part about not wanting to be that creepy guy. SOOOOOOOOOOO true. I’d rather stab my eyes out with a fork then give a girl the creeps like some men do.
Ladies, we’re t rying to be chivalrous and polite. But when we do that we don’t see subtle hints so you’re going to have to help out a bit. Like Raye said damnit!!!!
Oh Raye, I am so glad I asked you to write this post at the bottom of mine. This is delicious and so what I know I needed and wanted to hear. And btw, if I haven’t said it before, you are an excellent writer.
But wow, you called me out (rightfully so) so I need to respond! You said: “That is why I find it funny that you compare your experiences with men hitting on you and how butchies react to you. Which is it? Do you like the butchies that act the way men treat you or do you want something different?”
I’m personally readjusting my “want you” reading skills from Male to Female, and as you said and we all agree, men are not subtle. It’s like if you’ve had the sun shining right in your eyes for awhile, and then suddenly you’re in a dark room with candle light. The candle light is infinitely sexier, but it takes awhile to see within that room. I’m learning! That’s why I asked for some directions
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So no, I don’t like butches acting the way that men treat me, and yes, I’ve had butch women do that. It’s a turn off regardless who is doing it. Personally, I loathe when people use their professional position to hit on me. I don’t mean subtle hitting on, that I can deal with and don’t necessarily mind, whether it be a man or a woman. I mean the kind when they treat me like a stripper at a bar instead of a paying customer.
That said, the women I’ve been on dates with didn’t let *their* attraction show in *their* eyes, which is what confounded me. Nothing. Nada. But then the next day a complimentary text saying I looked so attractive in whatever I was wearing. Can you see how that would throw me? I don’t want a man’s style of slobbering all over me, or worse, the attitude I got from men of “I bought you dinner, you owe me sex now.” But a little response in the eyes, perhaps a touch or a smile to let me know that they find me attractive. Granted, I’m not sure what read in my eyes, so who knows, maybe the fault is with me as well? When I go on dates again, I’ll let you know. I’m glad to know it’s okay to be forward and flirtatious. I will do that more and I hope other femmes will as well!
Raaaaaaye….how could you have stayed away for so long? You have an adoring public that misses you. Thanks, WWG, for bringing the truant out of hiding.
As a shy girl, I understand so perfectly how mortifying it can be to gather up the courage to approach a complete stranger who may not be into women, may not be available, may not be interested in the type that I am the epitome of, which is really only a freeze frame of myself because I can be so many other things though I just happened to feel a certain way that particular day. So many may nots, and I try to console myself by telling myself that for every one, there is a counter “maybe”. I’ve had friends try the speed dating thing, and some have had a few successful dates, but nothing long lasting. They tell me it is a good way to practice introduction skills. Still, as shy as I am, I am driven and goal-oriented and if I see something or someone I want, I somehow find a way to summon the courage to take action =/ One time I was mesmerized by a dancer on the dance floor. I spent the entire night staring and talking up my game to myself. I danced nearby, I sat close at the bar, I winked and smiled, I did everything except go up and say hi. The night was coming to a close, and I knew if I didn’t do something quick, I’d be at a loss. There were only a few songs left, and I watched as my heart’s desire disappeared into the restroom. I positioned myself at the end of the bar between the bathroom and the dance floor, and I perfectly timed the re entry by sticking out my foot, which was almost missed, but I took the opportunity anyway. “Hey! You stepped on my foot!” The response was, “well, I’ll walk on the top and you walk on the bottom and we’ll wear your shoe out evenly.” It was a start of a conversation that turned into a relationship that turned into a disaster, but yeah, I just HAD to find out. Since then, I haven’t trusted myself very much when it comes to complete strangers.
Happy hunting, WWG. Keep us posted on how it’s going.
Well written post Raye. This is SO true- “If you are femme you are like a chameleon” If I may go a step further to say that part of my personal respect for/towards butch women is the fact that by appearance alone (said TOTALLY respectfully) butch (looking) women are immediately “judged” as being gay and looked at by society a certain way without being given a humanitarian/ nonbiasis chance to JUST be- however they remain strong in the pride and integrity of who they are as a butch woman. OMG THIS IS SO SEXY! The inner strength to fully embrace and be themselves at all times without the “opportunity” to blend in- and thus be able to avoid ignorant discrimination from society. Now WHERE does one meet these strong, sexy, gentle loving butchies?
Happy holidays to you and Sarah. Jaz
Oh my gosh women…please be more out to us…show us what you want! We don’t want to be that idiot guy! If you see us and want to get to know us, please do it and don’t be so shy! There’s no rule that we as butches have to be the ones to make the first move…right? Besides, if you don’t let us know you are there and want us, how do we know? You all have to give us some sign at least…please!
Please don’t be shy!
I love femmes so much and it is so hard to meet you all in real-life settings. Some of us don’t have the best gaydar…and I don’t necessarily want to meet you in a gay bar…how about just in passing… more my style anyway! Hit me us up, ladies…
Great advice! Wish I had these tips when I was single… I went online and found my wonderful butch because I couldn’t get butches to recognize I was gay in the offline world!
Wow… what a warm reception. Thank you ladies & gentlebutchies. I am humbled by the response really.
Alex! How are ya buddy? Good to see ya.
LAFemme – I will try to write another one soon I promise. Thank you so much.
Shane_ish please don’t stab your eyes out with a fork. But I relate.
WWG – Thank you for valuing my opinion that much. I understand your frustration because I have watched my own butch friends get so tongue tied in front of a beautiful femme and I feel so sorry for them because I know they are great people deserving of love but just can’t express themselves very well. It is kind of a side effect of growing up butch. It takes a very secure butchie to be expressive around pretty women. I guess I need to write another blog explaining the butch psyche.
Rexie – my dear friend… I’ll text you later.
Jaz – Happy Holidays to you as well. And it’s ok to say Merry Christmas to me just so ya know. But “holidays” covers all the holidays around this time of year so I will take it!
Femmelover – I am not much of a drinker at all and I really don’t like meeting women in bars either, which makes it doubly important to let me know you are a femme out in public because otherwise I will not assume and look like a predatory jackass. Hell hypothetically speaking, I would almost laugh my ass off if a girl came up to me in the WalMart and said, “Hi I’m a lesbian.” as she walked past. Then I would know I had a shot and wouldn’t be afraid to approach her. I know I am not alone on this.
I’m used to being so femme that some people who don’t know me are surprised to find out I only like girls. Guys lack any subtlety about anything and nobody wants to be hit on like that. Even if I think a woman is so totally hot and I know very much that I want to sleep with her, I’m not the type who just wants sex. There are ways to take the edge off when you just want a good orgasm. I want a butchie woman who will make me feel loved, cared for, safe, taken care of and is actually willing to put up with my high maintenance bitchiness.
I would totally walk past a butchie in WalMart and be all checking her out and say something as blunt as “Hi. I’m a lesbian.” I’d bat my eyelashes, smile as I look her dead in the eye to make sure that she knows I’m not kidding around in the least. And if she tries to pick me up and take me out, then I won’t be playing hard to get there. But when it comes down to the sex, yeah she is gonna have to work for it. I’ll make sure I’m worth the wait though.
But with my luck I’d probably end up over playing it and still be single. I’m not really an expert by any means. But now I really wish I could run into a sexy butchie at WalMart so I can try to get her to pick me up though…
Now THAT is the way you do it Jen.
I once found the elusive ‘ straight butch’. I started working with her, became friends with her and then fell completely in love with her. Needless to say, my heart got broken because, unfortunately, she really was straight. She couldn’t have been many more stereotypically butch if she’d had to – short spiked blonde hair, dressed in button-down shirts, drove a motorcycle and a jeep, played softball, had two dogs that were her kids…damn I miss her.
Example of a straight butch? Tilda Swinton. Granted, I don’t know her in person, but going by the things she’s said, I am assuming her to be heterosexual. And butch. Very, very butch.
Ah yes, the straight butch. I ran into one of those mythical creatures a while ago. At a grocery store known for having lesbian employees. She was a king of butches. Leather, studs, tats, piercings, fauxhawk, and a swagger that knocked me to my knees. She was punching out and called to another cashier that she had to jet because her ride was waiting. I followed her out as closely as possible, and she ran up to a guy on a bike, gave him a sexy smooch, said something like “Hi Hon”, put on her helmet, hopped on the back of his bike and off they roared into the night. I was confused for days after that.
Oh YES the “straight butch”- all the heartbreak stories of that topic…
Ah Raye, the “straight” Butches are fricken everywhere! I am not shy about flirting, and have none of these issues I hear about of getting Butches to notice me. They usually do, or if they don’t I figure I’m not their type and move on.
But I can not tell you how many Butches I’ve flirted with–who flirted back–sometimes for months–only to find out about her boyfriend/husband!
I call them psych-a-dykes
& Welcome back:-)
@Justa Notha: “I call them psych-a-dykes” LOL!! Never heard that term, but you can bet it’s added to my vocabulary now!!
ok maybe your definition of butch and my definition of butch is different. But I have yet to meet a hardcore butch like myself that was not gay…. ever. I am sure they must exist out there somewhere. But if I saw the so called “straight butches” you ladies are referring to, I would probably not mistake them for lesbians. Just because a chick has short hair, tattoos and wears leather does not make her a butch. But here we go on that topic again.
I sense another blog!
“Just because a chick has short hair, tattoos and wears leather does not make her a butch. But here we go on that topic again.” hehe No, but it does make her sexy
And yes I too see a post in the making…(a title perhaps- “Straight butch? Let’s get this straightened out” (get the play on words 
hehe- I KNOW cheesy)And after that post, Raye please a post on the love story of how you and Sarah met.- please! 
First time commenter, long time “lurker” here. This was such a well-written article and I can completely relate to it from “the other side”. I spent five years pining after my best friend (a bit cliche, I know) and current girlfriend who I believe falls pretty safely under the definition of butch. The entire time I thought my feelings were completely obvious. They weren’t. She’s very expressive and confident in going after what she wants, so I just assumed that she had to know how I felt and if she felt the same that she would have said something. I can’t speak for why other femmes don’t more directly communicate their interests, but for me it had less to do with her being butch and more with her particular brand of confidence that made me think if she wanted me, she would’ve said something. Maybe some butches in general tend to project that kind of “I go after what I want” confidence, so we just assume (incorrectly) that it translates into the relationship arena as well?
In any case, it was good to hear another perspective on this issue. Definitely wish I’d read this article years ago, but it all worked out in the end. : )
This article (and another one you wrote… Advanced Tips for Femmes, I believe?) made me feel about 1,000,000x better.
My situation: This weekend, I had a series of coming-out statements (?) to friends and the like. They weren’t planned, but whenever the topic of my love life comes up, I find I’m always unsure–do I out myself for the millionth time and explain to people that yes, I do consider myself a lesbian, yes, all-the-way 100% (the 5-10% that might like men one day seems awfully little to explain), and yes, really… or do I just let it go because it’s really none of their business anyway? Anyway, I had decided to come out, and I got reaction after reaction: no way! I totally don’t get the gay vibe from you. /And I usually know these things./
Anyway, this sent me into a tailspin of self-doubt. I’ve been with plenty of men, mind you, but the idea of being with one again is depressing to me. It feels suffocating, like there’s a piece of me that’s just cut off. I have a pretty substantial history of playing the field (sigh), and I’ve been with different “types” of people, including femmes and middle-of-the-road (gender-wise) lesbians. But this last relationship I had with a stud, even though it didn’t work out by a long shot, was the closest to “home” that I’d ever felt. I’m assuming you might understand–it just. made. sense. To be honest, straight couples don’t make as much sense to me. I’m definitely not trying to knock anyone else’s way of loving, but that’s just how it works in my brain.
So anyway, here I am, taking these people’s word as gospel, combined with the fact that the girl across the dance floor who I think is a lesbian (but definitely not butch) is NOT eyeing me back TOPPED WITH THE FACT that I have not had any mysterious butch suitors in, oh… the past few months, and I have officially worked myself into a completely irrational doomed-to-be-straight frenzy.
So I finally decided that MAYBE it would be a good idea to see what other people had to say on the topic (I’ve found lately that I’m rarely the only one in the world who has ever experienced something, when rarely = never) when I came across your articles. Just the fact that you said it was a good idea to be just a little aggressive is wonderful for me. I have no problem doing that–I’m outgoing, outspoken, and bubbly–but this crazy little head of mine tells me I don’t want to annoy people or make them uncomfortable.
So, after how many words?, millions of thanks for writing this. And to all the butches/studs/bois/wonderfully masculine women out there, keep on keepin’ on. I’m so grateful you all exist–you help me make sense to myself.
Not to mention, you are DAMN sexy.
Again thank you so much ladies. And Sunshyne, you sure sound gay to me darlin. I wouldn’t worry about other people’s perceptions of who you are. Because most of them have not a clue what it means to be gay. It comes down to what you feel in your heart. You should be true to yourself first because no one has to live your life but you and when it is over there are no second chances.
WOW. Thanks. I’m 22 & I just kindof came out. I’m really high femme & I’ve been wondering why I haven’t been approached more at parties. At the risk of sounding a little conceited, I’m a pretty girl. When I hang out with my straight friends, I usually have to fight guys off by putting on this “Back The Fuck Off” look (as my friends call it) on my face . I sometimes still have the look at a gay party, but I’ve always thought “If she likes me enough she will ignore it & try to put a smile on my face.” Most of the time I’m not even aware that I’m wearing the expression until a friend points it out. I am very selective with who I choose so I’m not ready to loose it quite yet. Your tips were really helpful. Thank you.
Jen..you and I sound a lot alike!!! No point in beating around the bush, right??! (pun ABSOLUTELY intended!)
Raye..I’m going to quote you here..” I fucking notice that shit and I smile back usually with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. If you see this look from me, you have garnered my attention and intrigue. If I make a point to make eye contact with you, and you turn your head without looking at me again, I will take that as a sign you are not interested and move on to the next woman. “………
Just wanted you to know that I would never turn away if you were to make eye contact!
I was having a conversation a couple of hours ago with a Butch about this topic on the Pink Sofa. I like the chameleon analogy. Very true!
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