i don’t like a man who compliments me.I like a modest man.
One who if he’s looking at me, he better make sure I’m not noticing.
He better only sneak a peek at my modesty, my character, my stance, or my walk.
You’re allowed one look, but I don’t even allow myself a look because I can’t trust myself. I can’t trust the fact that my look may lead to another and a third and a fifth and even if not, that one look will be prolonged, not by my sight; but in my heart. I don’t allow myself that one look because the eyes are the key to the soul and baby, you have the key.
Ew, did I just say baby? Gah, I am SO gone ya’ll.
How do I redeem myself? Dang!
So you can look, but look beyond what you see, look further than your eyesight, and hear me when I say:
I do not like a man who compliments me, unless he’s willing to spend the rest of his life with me.
Because if he’s easy to compliment me, I best believe he’s easy to compliment others. & where’s the honour in that?