The Karma in the Tease

The first time I was called a tease was when I was a Junior in high school. I had never even kissed a boy, (none were ever interested anyway). Then all of a sudden a boy in a new school called me a tease because I wasn't interested in him. I had no idea where I was getting attention from all of a sudden and I had never heard the term 'tease' before so I had to ask a friend what he meant.

Over time I realized that being a tease was more like a super power. It can be used for the fun of interacting with the right kind of people who don't take themselves or you too seriously but enjoy a little playful banter. You can also be accused of being a tease by someone who has a specific intention for you in their mind, by absolutely no encouragement from you, and you make it clear there is no interest. You can learn a lot about other people when you don't show your hand too soon.

I don't give this much thought really until someone comes along that I don't want to tease... unless he wants me to, of course. It's tough to intentionally tease someone you want, you crave, you desire with every fiber of your being. The tease changes and you end up teasing yourself. You wake up to the scent of him, the way he moves with you and your body tenses up and you just have to stretch out the memory of him. The whispers of his mouth, the frankness of his words, the determination in every touch, the way he listens with his heart and his body - he has complete control over you, whether either of you want him to or not. To meet your match in the art of the tease is an exquisitely painful karma; one I am all too willing to surrender to.