The Sade Effect

There is only one woman on earth who pulls at my heart. Sade Adu. Knowing that it will never be, that she will never be my woman physically, is very relaxing. In this way when I see her or a picture of her or an image of her, when my heart skips a beat I know it's true love that will never be. And it's not such a bad gig. Sade is owned by the world, and no matter how deep my pyschosis tells me is the acquaintanship, probably even friendship, that we share, she will always be a pop star owned by the world. That said, I recall that I was once so physically attractive to a woman that I had on her the "Sade effect." This chick could not cease looking at me. I was then about, I suspect, 193 pounds, thin and easy, and very handsome. When a person puts on weight beyond their natural bounds they become deformed. So, for now, sixty pounds overweight, I'm not nearly as handsome (though bigger women find me very very sexually apropos right now, and some are getting aggressive... I tell you I've learned the secret of holding out, but that-'s another story). For now I just want to return to 193 pounds and proper stature, then I can explore this Sade effect. For one like me, who never knew that the energy flow could be the other way, that beautiful women could feel for me the same way I thought I only could feel for them is a learning experience. There's no shame in growth, there's no shame in understanding male-female relationships better. The shame is in exploiting the situation... I don't, never have, and won't.