It's Always The Smaller Things That Count The Most

I'm starting to look hot like toast and men start to flock. I'm not boasting; I'm living it. Yes sure men have been interested before but I don't think I ever got honked at, whistled at or been ogled at like now. Married men are declaring their love and a small part of me is flattered and a big part is thinking what a hypocrite people really are.
Is it only St. Maarten men or is this a cross-country phenomena? Y'all let me know but in my current experience men only seem to be able to talk about sex. The stalker from the nightclub tried to impress me by telling me that he works for the government on the french side and he can get me out of any trouble I find myself in. Then he proceeds to inform me that as he is the one who hooked up all the lightning in the club, he has the privilege of coming in for free. Wowww impressive! not! I didn't do manual work and I still get in for free. You would think that would be it. Nope, after that he told me that he admires my body so much that he is really asking me not to put any tattoos on my body. Boy, obviously you weren't looking real close because I already have a few of those.
Juggling all this attention is exhausting. I am seriously considering hiring a secretary to keep track of what I tell them and where I am in this process. LOL.
Let me tell you about the one who is at the top of the pack. He is nicknamed The Listener. Because he listens. When he was told to dial down the sex talk, he did. I asked him to tell me a bedtime story and he did. I told him what my goals are and he is cheering me along. Boys, pay attention! It is all about the small things that weigh the most.

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