As a single, successful and sexy woman living in Miami, I have adapted a particular lifestyle. The type of lifestyle that includes a condo on the water, plenty of dinners out, travel a few times a year and a shoe fetish that has caused me to turn my empty food pantry into a shoe display that would rival Macys. (Actually, the closet is a bit ghetto rigged, after all it is a pantry, so maybe it would resemble more the shoe aisle at Marshalls. Not christmas Marshalls, but not Macys.) Anyway, this is a lifestyle that I have created for myself. I am the one who meets all of my needs and desires. There are no sugar daddys, or any real daddys for that matter, that are footing the bill.
I have learned how to weave my way through this world completely by myself. I don’t ask anyone for anything. Now, true, this may seem a bit cold or shut down, and if you know me you would know I am anything but. What I’m trying to say is that I have the capabilities to take care of myself, and often many others. That my search for Mr. Right is not so that I can have someone take care of me. It’s so that I can have someone to appreciate and care for.
All I need from my man is 2 simple things.
I can take care of my house, my car, my shopping desires.
I can take myself out to dinner and pay for my own trips to the salon.
I can change a tire (Don’t want to but can if I have to).
I can even get myself off better than anyone else can.
The only things I need from my man are Affection and Adoration.
Affection is something I can not give myself.
It’s when he puts his arm around me as we walk down the street.
The gentle kisses on my neck.
The sitting in the same side of the booth as me, ‘cause across the table is too damn far.
It’s the physical expression of the chemistry he feels for me and it shows through his attention to me.
Adoration is something I (and every other girl) must have from my man.
The way I will know he adores me is by the gestures he makes.
It’s the opening of doors.
The flowers for no reason.
The fact that he calls regularly and is genuinely interested in how I am doing.
A man who adores me always goes above and beyond for my birthday.
He is motivated by the way I light up when he surprises.
A man who always treats me like his special lady, his dream girl.
After all, aren’t I his dream girl.
I am intelligent, beautiful, successful, and strong.
I am loving, compassionate and funny.
I am creative and sexy, and genuinely happy.
And, I’m independent.
How many women like this come around and only ask for 2 simple things?
Especially in Miami.
If what I’m asking for, is asking way too much from you, than I say we walk away now. Because these are non-negotiable criteria. And, if you think I’m a diva, just wait till you go out with the woman who expects Gucci shoes, an Audi and a new set of boobs.
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Now, if someone of the opposite sex could get to know you the way we do.... ahhh! such a happy day. as big sis said.. tell him how you feel and avoid games at all cost.
I think opening of the heart starts with opening the mouth. and trusting that you won't be left alone in the end. that leap of faith.
" I can't see the net but I know it's there somewhere!!"
I can tell you that responding to these blogs are difficult (to me at least) because you seem to have your bases covered. like you said strong independent and positively sure of yourself. but I found what I thought as your hidden sentence of the week. people who know you..... run with that.
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