Posted 8/16/08
You know what?
I love every little inch of myself.
In my eyes, I’m almost perfect,
case closed.
If I were a woman, I would look for a man
Just.
Like.
Me.
I know what you are thinking,
“This dude is mad cocky.”
Yep!
Without a doubt
I’m not saying I’m God’s gift to this world.
But I understand that my soul will be the greatest gift I will ever share with her.
“Who?”
Her.
My future.
Whenever I find her.
Or when she finds me,
this girl will be the luckiest woman of all time.
Because
I’m that guy that would read your thoughts rather than skim through them.
I’m that guy you want to cuddle with in the summer heat.
I’m that guy you want to sit next to on the bus ride home.
I’m that guy coming out the Bodega drinking a grape quarter water, looking mad fly
I’m that guy at the club dancing with all the girls,
I’m that guy your grandma wants you to bring home for dinner.
I’m that guy who used that word
in that way that made you realize your shorts just got a little moist.
“Daaaaaaaamn! I can’t with this guy!”
Before you stop reading,
I’m not conceited.
I’m in love with the inner part of me.
The part that will leave a lasting impression on this world,
years after this magnificent,
humble body
collapses underneath the weight of my overbearing,
arrogant but modest swagger.
I’m 100% confident
75% of the time!
“What!? Your math is wrong?”
I digress.
I’m still that guy you don’t mind sharing coco icy with.
I’m that guy who makes you forget about the last douche bag.
I’m that guy you wish to have around when you can’t reach that tomato sauce.
I’m that guy your mom reminds you about when you’re having relationship issues.
I’m that guy that makes Boyfriends go crazy when they find out I’m going to the party.
I’m that guy that you thought about eloping with to city hall.
I’m that guy that establishes doubts about the new guy because I tilt the scale to the floor when you compare the both of us.
“That’s heavy.”
Before you can love anyone else, you have to love yourself
and this is my love letter
to me.
It might sound egotistical,
but all that love is only a quarter of the love
I have in the interior of the internal vestibule
that holds up the marble stone columns to my soul.
“You put your soul on a pedestal?”
The compassion I have for my community is what grounds me.
And my moral principles are the raw materials
to my master design that make me this cocky prick.
BUT! STILL
I’m that guy you wish to receive a good night text message from.
I’m that guy you hope leaves a comment on your new main picture.
I’m that guy you hope I accepted your friend request.
I’m that guy you rush the sun to rise because you like how it shines on me while I sleep.
I’m that guy women talk about in the hair salon about “that amazing night.”
I’m that guy that will make you think about cheating because he doesn’t do “that thing.”
I’m that guy you would pay Maury Povich to be the father of all your children.
I’m that guy you’re going to think about 50 years from now when you’re on your death bed.
And I’m the 1st guy you’re going to ask God about when you get to heaven.
And God is going to say,
“Oh him? Yeah, you messed up.”
If you had any issues with anything I said,
you probably don’t know me.
I’m just celebrating my imperfections because they make me perfect.
So I ask you, are you happy with yourself?
If not,
you need to start romancing yourself.
Peace.
The back story to this post.
A girl broke up with me, and I was pretty much starving for attention. My bad.
Also, I was super broke and feeling really down about myself, so I wrote this to put a smile on my face.
However,
I’m still that guy that’s aging well and makes pretty babies. 🙂