Men and Me

Ranting and raving of a frustrated single woman

Men and me just don't mix.
I speak when silence is best. I am silent when words are needed.
My brain shuts down when I need it most. It won't settle when I need a clear thought.
Men are an enigma, a puzzle.
So transparent to everyone else, the "rules of engagement" are an unfathomable mystery.
My head says go, my heart no. My heart says go, my head no.
Easily flustered I flee in panic, a mouse startled by the cat.
Its like playing chess with a master, only you've never played the game.
Sure you've watched others, heard them tell their tales.
Its not enough, never enough.
People begin to wonder and ask,
"You're pretty, sweet and friendly. Why aren't you taken, attached?"
I smile, shrug, even laugh.
Yes, few know men and me don't mix.
One wants me because I listen.
One wants me for the night
One wants me because I'm young
One wants a different me, I'm just not right.
It shouldn't be this hard
I can't play "the game" so I won't,
scared I run and hide
Torn slowly apart I have to wonder...
Will men and I ever mix?