you're reading...
chemical reactions

Approach me

I told a friend last night what the secret was to having me. It was easy:

Approach me.

If I’m ever in a bar, in a lounge, at the office, at a party, ordering tea in a coffee shop, seriously examining my choice of produce or protein in a market, approach me. Say hello; I’m friendly, I’ll respond. Pursue me. Flirt with me a little bit.

Try. Notice me. Just notice me and go with it.

Impeccable in my fit and form and dress, I stand straight and tall, my shirts are always pressed, my boots are always shined. My hair is rarely out of order. In winter, I doff my coat with careless regard for the space around me–I take up all the space around me–and I remove my gloves in a fashion not un-akin to that of a predator.

I order my scotch by name and age, neat.

But, please, don’t let any of that intimidate you because that’s just surface. Too often, those things are what people first notice about me and they are the least important, because, when you look past that, if you look–

    • The corners of my eyes have crinkles because my smiles come easily and often
    • There is mischief in those smiles
    • I have the laugh of a lumberjack; it comes from deep inside me
    • I enjoy mind clever, gentle teasing and rat-a-tat-tat wit with quips
    • The little dent in the middle of my forehead is not from scowling but from a weird face I do that involves scrunching up my nose, raising a single eyebrow, and potentially pulling one ear to the side
    • I can be an awkward, little weirdo
    • I like to rant from atop a barstool; I will take a knee faster than any prayer-circled football player to talk to a child

It feels like a secret but it’s really not. I am one of the easiest people in the world if you care to do something about it.

You want to know me? Approach me.

You want to have me? Then just take me.


About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.


No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

January 2014
« Dec   Feb »


Enter your email address if you would like to hear words that are worth it.

Join 303 other followers

Follow "Raw" She Said on WordPress.com
%d bloggers like this: