“Gina Maria, what are you thinking about right now?”

This is every man’s favorite question to ask me. Why? I don’t know. Maybe it’s something about the color of my eyes.

But herein lies my disguise – I hide behind the guise of my fantasizing eyes. Will he ever realize? I look up and to the right, creating the illusion that I’m caught in confusion; when the truth is, I’m just using him for my own amusement.

It used to be fun, mystifying men. But once I learned to love my own name, this “getting guys” game got boring and more corny than getting caught in the rain.   

It’s the same old story. My hand folded on my chin, my lips curled in a side grin. He sighs.

“Gina Maria, what are you thinking about right now?” 

How do you want me to answer that? Does anyone truly know what they’re thinking about at any given point? If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. If only you could see my fluid visions and dreams as they intersect to resurrect the introspective circumvention of tension…then redirect my attention in the direction of truth…

My mind is mine. 

I look at you and smile.

What am I thinking, you ask? I’m gratefully reminding myself that there’s only one man who has my permission to know my thoughts, even before I do. And His name…

….is too wonderful to understand.