Say my name, Say my name

I used to love this song, I still have my The Writing's on the Wall tape, yes tape. The original Destiny's Child was together, at least until the video shoot, it was a much simpler time then. Unfortunately this has nothing to do with unfaithful men who can't even control their wayward dhick's with their girlfriend on the phone.

Yesterday I hung out with two very dear friends of mine, both male, and from one I was given the idea for this post. As stated on this blog before or on afrolista, I love men. One of the things I love most is a man's voice. There have been times that I longed only to hear the voice of a man friend. And trust me when I say it is in the most innocent of ways that a man's voice can make my whole day or night feel better, but the most spine chilling word a man can ever utter is Coiette.

Whenever a man says my name my entire body perks up, and I am entirely focused or refocused on him. I don't know why I have this addiction to it, maybe it's because throughout my lifetime people have always had trouble pronouncing my name, or maybe  because when people know you they just start talking to you instead of calling you by your name. In any case while my friend was rambling incoherently about strippers I (sorry guy) drifted in and out of listening, however when my name slipped out from his vodka stained lips his story began to slightly interest me again.

My name or any variations thereof said with the right amount of bass by the right man gives me butterflies, I get nervous, and this chill comes across my body no matter how hot it is. Even seeing my name written in text by the right man produces the aforementioned bodily sensations. In fact the more times a guy says my name the more it endears him to me. I can't recall anyone else that has such an addiction to hearing their name said by the opposite sex outside the constrains of a horizontal situation, and maybe I'm just a super narcissist, whatever the case may be say my name, you won't wear it out.