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A Good Man In You

Are there any good men left? If so, how do I find one? It seems these questions never get answered the way you want them to be. Being a man I get into many conversations and debates over these questions with my female friends. However I understand their view, and through our many conversations and small arguments I have realized that good man are apparently extinct or invisible. I would really like to believe there are good men in this world and hopefully they are just unseen. I consider myself to be a good man. However I’m not perfect and that is where I think where the “Good Man” goes “Bad.” So I will address and put my own two cents into this life long debate

Are there any good men left? To answer that question “Yes!” That simple, right? Unfortunately it isn’t that simple. There are possibly plenty of good men left in this chaotic world. So now you’re thinking well if there are plenty where are they? How do I find one? Here’s is my take on it….

A good man is a man who appeals to you with the qualities you hold dear to the most. A good man is one who is real, who you can communicate, who holds you with as much value as you hold him, who ambitious, forward moving and thinking, faithful and strong. These are just a few qualities that make up a good man. There are many more that can be listed. However I think you forget that no matter how good of a man he is still just a man. A human being who is capable of mistakes, bad moods, hurt feelings and so on. When you think of a good man we have to first take an honest look at yourself. You have to see yourself as he would see you. Think about it you want this man to love you be there for you. But first do you love yourself? Do you understand why you are the way you are? Are you happy with the things going on in your life? If you aren’t happy with yourself then how can you begin to bring someone into your life and add happiness? This is where you have to be honest and thorough. The process is not simple if you aren’t happy with yourself truly. It becomes tiresome trying to fix you when in your mind you think its not you it’s them (well us). Now I’m no where placing blame on you for the shortcomings of men. We men have a lot of work also. However in order to be able to receive and truly appreciate a good man. You must be in good spirits with your mind and heart. If yourself esteem is low you can’t expect a man to give you that boost. You have to find it within then a good man can aide in helping you keep it elevated. If you are unhappy with your body then can’t expect a man alone to make you feel better about it. You have to take the steps and sacrifice that are required to obtain the body you want. Then your man will help aide you in staying focused and you will appreciate the compliments more and truly believe them. Now some women state they keep finding the wrong man or they attract the wrong kind of man. Why do you think that is? I say this “a good man is no more than a reflection of a good woman.”

I touch you for a moment as I whisper in your ear. I tell you what I have in store for you the details so perfectly clear. I want to kiss you lick in places unlike before. Now its time for me to show you much much more. As my breath tickles your ear I feel your body tense my fingers run across your neck. Your breathing becomes intense. You reach you hand to mine trying to calm the feel but yet I am only the describing what you are about to feel. You begin to lose focus and start to call my name. I say no time for interruption there is more from where that came. I as I speak my words I get closer and beginning to nibble on your ear. You take a deep breath and ask me to come here. I lightly decline for my work is not yet done this is only the beginning there is more from where that came from. You grab my arm in attempt to pull me near. I stay strong and firm and kiss behind your ear. I move down to your shoulder where your senses began to fade. Your breathing becomes louder as desire becomes rage. You continue to grab at me while one hand place between your legs. You squirm and move around begging for me not to behave. My lips brush against your neck and my tongue makes its debut. I softly taste your neck and smell your perfume. For now you pull harder wanting me closer than our physical can allow. I thrust against your body as you call my name out loud. I continue my decent with my tongue and lips your body is craving for more and more attention. I lick gently across your nipples they harden underneath my tongue I envelop it in my mouth while my tongue plays on and on. I move to your stomach your passion is now fully lit. You moan louder and louder as my tongue brushes against your soaking wet clit. My mouth kisses your spot while my tongue continues to explore. Inside and outside I hear you screaming for more. I slowly massage my finger inside of you love. While licking at the same time as you begin to erupt. As your juices flow out and flow into my mouth. I keep licking sucking and massaging until you want to pass out. At that moment I say this is only the beginning for you have only experience the intro to this evening. You look at me in exhausted pleasure and say “I can’t take anymore of your tongue.” I lean up to you and whisper there is more from where that came from…..

   “So you really want to know what I do? Because its not really that exciting.”
“I’m asking aren’t I?” She exclaimed.
“Well I sell the company basically. We manage companies who do not have resources or have the know how to run and manage there businesses. I know it sounds crazy how can you own a business and not know how to run it.”
“Actually it doesn’t sound crazy cause that sounds like me.” She laughed.
“Well I use to think it was crazy when I first came aboard. Until I realized the complexity and ingenuity in the services. I mean if a business could pay someone to do their payroll, taxes, workman’s comp., HR, and a bunch of other services I could care less or didn’t not have to worry about. That would leave me with more time to do what I know how to do and love the best. Which would be the heart of my business. So its a pretty cut and dry business but its beneficial.”

   She look at me smiled and then burst into laughter. “Um… umm….. What?”
“Wow country boy! Um…. Um…. You have me speechless.” She stated nervously.
“Did I say something wrong? I asked.
“No um no…. It’s just…. just when you talked about your work you um…. You get this look and um…. well…. You… Let’s just say I’d invest in your services on that presentation alone.”
“OK…. Are you ok?” I asked.
“Yes I’m fine. She replied. “Umm so how long have you been in this line of work?” She asked.
“I have been with them for about 3 years. Yes 3 seemingly long years but hey I’m a VP now.” I said with sarcasm.
“So VP that means you make good money and fringe benefits right?” She asked.
“Well I guess your right I do get paid a decent wage.”I said with smirk. “Fringe benefits well…. Here it is the holidays and I’m stuck in an airport waiting for a flight, who only God knows when will take off, on a business trip! However there is one good thing.”
“And what is that?” She inquisitively asked. “Well I at least am in the company of a beautiful, intelligent woman.” I replied embarrassingly. “Although she has verbally assaulted me on numerous occasions throughout our short conversations.” I jokingly exclaimed.
“Well thank you Byron I am also pleased to be in company with an educated, handsome, somewhat humorous gentleman…. I think.” She smile and replied.

  She reached out her hand and touched my arm as she laughed. I felt my heart start to beat faster. I can’t believe her lightest touch just sent chills through my body. Damn what the hell is wrong with me? She is just a woman. Well a very beautiful woman who is seemingly successful. I want to know more.I thought to myself.

   “So Lana enough about the country boy tell me about you and your business.”
“Well I started a marketing firm for small up coming businesses. Like you its more for business who do not have direction or know how. However my specialty is marketing. I use various resources in getting your business name out there. Also to keep their business growing. I love what I do. I love meeting new people and helping others succeed.
‘The downfall is there are lot of other larger firms out there that have more capital. So my focus is start up and small business owners. The mom and pop business where every dollar truly counts and they know the true value of personal marketing.”
“I see. So you came to Atlanta to do a presentation or something?” I asked.
“No not really I came to just visit really. My client here contributes to about 85 percent of my sales. So they are more of an asset to my business than I am to theirs. I will never tell them that.” Lana laughingly replied.

   I kept noticing that Lana had a very beautiful smile and her personality was very matching. I could see her being a successful marketer. As she spoke she displayed gestures that made me feel at ease and relaxed which in the sales world is the easy way to close. So you are pretty successful then? I asked.

   “Well I wouldn’t necessarily say that, I have about 150 clients throughout the country but most are based in the southern region. I sometimes contemplate just moving to this area but I never get pass the thought. I think overall from an economic and business stand point it would be beneficial but I don’t know from a personal stand point. I don’t want to base my life on just business.”
“Well how different really is Chicago from Atlanta?” I asked. She gave me this evil look as if that question had offended her.
“Oh I’m sorry is that the wrong question to ask?” I responded.
“No its just Chi town is far different from ATL.”
“So what’s the difference then?” I asked curiously sarcastic.
“Um well its for one Chicago that in itself is about 10 plus reasons. Also there’s not much to do in Atlanta.”
“What?” I exclaimed. “How do you figure that?” I question.
“There is trust me. And… and…. well its Chicago!”
“Oh ok I see now i understand. So you have no convinced me Chicago is far different from Atlanta.” I sarcastically remarked. “Ok so you are telling me if I asked you to move to Atlanta you would say no?” “Um huh?” She looked at me with a puzzling look.
“I was joking.” I laughed. She looked at me and smiled.
“So do you like Atlanta from what you have experienced from your visits?” I asked.
“Its cool I mean its a different from what I’m use to, but honestly I don’t even go anywhere when I’m here. I usually go to the hotel restaurant have dinner and go back to my room and watch TV or read something.”
” Oh sounds very fun.” I stated with sarcasm.
“Well the only people I really know here is my client. So what else is there to do?”
” Well I know what you can do now.” I strategically replied.
“And what’s that ole country boy?”
” Well you can now…”

   At that moment an interrupting tone came over the intercom and a woman’s voice followed saying “passengers of flight 2355, please return to the departure gate. I repeat passengers of flight 2355, please return to the departure gate.”

“Home, well I’m from Chicago.” she replied. “And you?” “I’m from Atlanta.” “You are from here?” Yes born and raised.” “Wow a real life country boy!”. She exclaimed. ” ‘Country Boy!’, ‘Country Boy!’ What? I’m not a country boy!” I yelled. “Um you do live in the south right?” She sarcastically asked. “Yes, but but…. that doesn’t make me country. What the hell?” I laughed. “So you assume because I live in the south that I’m country. So what does that make you?” She then smiled and laughed. “Well it sure don’t make me country.” She said in a southern accent. “Oh you got jokes huh? Well since I’m getting assaulted by you can I at least know your name?” “Assaulted? Aw did i hurt the country boy’s little feelings?” “Oh damn, you do got jokes I like…. I like…. I can tell you are from up north.” I stated. “Anyways are you going to tell me your name or what?” “Sure I’m Lana.” She extends her hand out, “nice to meet you.” She says with a smirk. I folded my arms for a moment to pretend to be bothered and then smiled and extended my hand to meet hers and said “I’m Byron.” As I touched her hand i felt the warmth of her skin. Her hand was very soft which immediately began throwing me in that trance again. As I found myself drifting I quickly replied “nice to meet you too.” We both laughed.

As we stood in front of the gate laughing and talking about different things. I was amazed in my mind how this seem too much like a fairy tale meeting. I mean how often does your flight get cancelled and you end up meeting a very beautiful woman. Also having conversation with them. That kind of stuff just doesn’t happen. Well it never happens to me. However, I wasn’t about to let my doubts remove me from this situation. I motioned for us to take a seat at the gate waiting area. We had heard no word from the airline in which the flight being rescheduled or us being able to board again. Honestly I didnt even care. I was in the presence of a good company and was never really looking forward to this trip anyways. Throughout our conversation she kept referring to me as “Country Boy.” I couldn’t for the world come up with any come backs. So I kept conversing to pass time and to keep her talking to me. I really don’t know how she was feeling about our conversation but she wasn’t checking her watch so I kept talking. “So you said you were here on business?” I asked. “Yes I was checking up on a client of mine.” “So what kind of business do you do?” I graciously asked. “Well I own my own company, we do marketing for small businesses. My client here in Atlanta is my biggest one. So I make it my business to come see them at least twice a month. What do you do?” She asked. “Well I’m VP of Sales for a company call Style Management based out of Atlanta.” “Ooh Mr. Country Boy VP mm-mm…. So what do you sell?” “I sell “Management with Style” of course.” I started to laugh. She looked at me with a puzzled grin. “Management?” She asked with an inquisitive look? I replied, “Do you really want to know? Or is this a country boy joke that’s building?” “No! No!” she smile and stated “no, I just want to know what kind of management and why style?” “Well if you really want to know…”

 ”Ding” the bell sounded as the elevator doors open to the garage floor. I began walking to my car. My heart was racing. I kept saying to myself why am I so nervous? I always get this way just before meeting with Lana. It’s like every time we see each other my mind takes me back to the first time I ever spoke to her a year ago in the airport. When I bravely approached her and said “hi.”

“Now boarding flight 549″ The voice announced over the intercom. “Hi… How are you? I mean well…. Considering?” I smiled embarrassingly thinking well she probably thinks I’m an ass. However she smiled and said “good I guess…. Considering.”  She smiled and laughed. I couldn’t believe my eyes she was so beautiful and I was actually talking to her. I felt myself falling back into a trance. I looked away for a moment to clear my head. Damn! Why am I like this? I asked myself. I tried to attempt some more small talk to make things a little easier. “So where are you, I mean where were you headed?” “Back home she replied.” I tried not to bite on that response. I mean she gave me a generalized answer of back home. Hell Atlanta’s airport was the connecting station for so many airlines her home could have been anywhere. However I didn’t bite I let it go. “So how do you feel about this ‘inclement weather?’ ” She looked at me with a disgusted frown and said “yeah, inclement weather.” “Well at least she answered you. She ignored me when I asked.” “Yes she wasn’t a very pleasant person” she stated. As she spoke I felt myself falling into that trance once again what the hell is wrong with me. Her hair was long dark brown her eyes were hazel, she had a smile that captured me. I was trying to snap out of it and trying not to stare but the more I tried the more her beauty drew me in. “So where are you headed? Um excuse me! Where are you headed?” She asked with a puzzled looked. “Um oh um um Chicago on business.” I felt so embarrassed. “Are you ok” “Ah um Yes I… I…. Just was thinking about something. Anyways, I’m not holding you up from anything am I?” “Well there was this plane I was trying to catch but well…. hm-mm.” She said as she laughed. “I guess you’re right, stupid question. So um um to prevent myself from saying something stupid I’m going to ask a question that I tried to avoid. Um…. Where is home?”