Stud Daddies

Ever since I wrote my last piece about how studs don’t notice me

Things have changed.

Now, every time I pass a stud in the street

and I notice her not noticing me,

It makes me laugh.

I watch them

Completely enthralled with their phones, or

Brushing past as if I’m a discarnate soul,

or a mere commoner.

And I cover my mouth & giggle.

Imagine me,

A beautiful Priestess

Wearing her Sacred Crown

Pausing every few steps to smell the roses

and savor the berries.

Gliding past, in broad daylight—completely unnoticed.

It’s like I know a secret

As if I can see something they can’t see.

Maybe it’s God’s protection from what is not right for me.

Maybe…

Not everyone is meant to lay eyes on me.

I’m also reminded of

How deeply attracted I am to an Open Heart, &

an instantly recognizable Soul.

Qualities that make me feel at home

In the eyes of another.