Are butches, explorers?

I’m going out,

with busy writer,

tonight,

soup and coffee.

I love to go out for,

tum yum soup.

It’s complex and nuanced,

a very feminine soup.

It’s sweet,

it’s sour,

it’s spicy,

it’s hot,

it’s has many layers,

changing seasonal,

taste,

irresistible.

Remember,

I said I liked,

smart, soft, sweet smelling women,

I also like curves,

of the physical,

and the journey type.

I like a woman,

that makes me work,

for it,

By, It, I don’t mean sex, I like easy as much as the next Butch:-)

I mean,

heart.

Could explain why I’m single.

I wonder,

wouldn’t it be easier,

to like women,

who actually,

pursue me?

Oh, no I like the dance,

one step forward,

two back.

The challenge,

the discovery,

the courting.

I like it but,

I suspect,

I suck at it.

In spite of all these ramblings,

I feel giddy,

and optimistic.

hormones obviously make you deluded.

Beneath,

the staid, earnest, plaid clad,

butch exterior,

lies the heart of the,

coureur des bois,

the explorer,

the one who,

keeps saying,

“I’m pretty sure it’s right around this bend,”

with a French accent:-)

so on I go,

seeking,

curves.

Not going to let,

some mosquito bites,

and slapping branches,

deter me,

no way,

I’m a butch.

Later girls,

BB