So, lessee, my perfect man. He is basically a sensitive, upstanding, old-world gentleman. He would
automatically, without much thought; open all doors for me, help me put on my coat, help me with my chair, light my cigarettes
(should I ever smoke), carry my packages, hail a taxi for me, and walk curbside to protect me from being splashed - or
alleyside to protect me from being mugged. :-) He is not, however, a whiny, pithy, drippy romantic. Romance is a thing that
can come and go, but when it's constant it's simply awful. He is not the ultra-sensitive 90s man because I long to beat each
one of them quite severely. And, particuarly, he doesn't look like a drippy, pithy loser. He is not a metrosexual. Men were
made the stronger, more brash gender and I do, indeed, like my men stronger and more brash than I am, (however difficult being
more brash than I am may be!) But the defined, even rippling muscles of a man's chest, arms, and stomach should be visible
and, indeed, defined, as nature and the Goddess intended them to be! Tee-hee And as I like 'em!!!
Also, my perfect man understands that I am most definitely his mental equal and that I deserve every
privelege he does, also that I am a little strange to him and that I want him to be protective of me and to want me in a way
that other men cannot want me when I am his. Yup, I just said "when I am his." I'm sure the politically correct view is to
think of relationships as an equal-opportunity thing, but when I am in a relationship, a serious one, at least, I find nothing
wrong with considering my significant other 'mine.' Because what is a relationship other than commitment? Other than saying,
"Here I am. This is me. I'd like it to be a little part of you." Eh, maybe I'm outdated. And maybe I'm outlandish in my wants.....
Maybe I'll never find a guy like this.
That's why there are other girls.
Still, ahhhhhhhh, how sweet it is to dream......
Right now I settle for men I can tolerate for short periods of time and who understand that they are
for fun and for play and for enjoyment. Men who understand that I do not view them as any sort of relationship material, ergo
I am not theirs nor should they ever lay any claim to me. I'm perfectly fine with my party boys with whom I have my
fun and then send them on their way. I am not the typical girl who believes that sex will get them love. Screw love; I'm not
interested in that, nor have I ever been. The few boytoys who have mentioned the dreaded "L" word were never invited back
to my house. I run from commitment. I think a great many more women are starting to do so because they realize that they do
not need to be in a relationship to be successful in their lives. What a lovely fact to come upon.
