I will NEVER settle.

A man recently said to me, "You are gorgeous, don't ever settle."  I smiled and passed it off as another cheesy pick up line in the bar.  He began again. "I mean it.  You are one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.  You deserve to be with someone who is going to tell you that you are beautiful everyday.  Do not settle for anything less."  I thanked the man and then headed out the door.  The more I thought about it, the more I agreed with what this man had told me.  It made me think.  What are my standards?  What do I expect?  What are some things that are non-negotiable?

This list is subject to change, but it's a good place to start.  Here are some of the qualities that I expect Mr. Right to obtain.

  1. No picky eaters need apply.  If I can't cook for you then there's no deal.  I am impulsive and whimsical in the kitchen, if I gotta think about someone's finicky self, I'm done.
  2. Employment is a necessity.
  3. I will expect that Mr. Wonderful likes, respects, and guides Izaak.  I am not looking for a father.  I can handle the parenting.
  4. I want him to be attentive.
  5. I don't want to feel smothered.
  6. I want to hear that I'm beautiful.  Daily.  Not generic, monotone, "you're beautiful."  But passionate, meaningful words with stars in his eyes.  Daily.  Even on psycho-bitch, frothing at the mouth, bloated PMS day.
  7. I want to feel appreciated.  Appreciated for being the fabulous person that I am.  Daily.
  8. I want Mr. Wonderful to plan a date.  I want to be swept off my feet, wooed, courted, chased.  Not necessarily daily, but often enough to know that I am loved and worth keeping interested.
  9. I want wild, sweaty, amazing animal sex.  Daily.  No, twice daily.
  10. I want you to try and kick my ass!  Go ahead!  I'm always up for a good challenge.

I don't think this list is unreasonable.  There's not a day that passes me when I don't wonder if there's something on my "list" that is too over the top.  I see CRAZY bitches, CRABBY bitches, UGLY bitches everywhere that have good men.  I will keep holding out for mine.  One thing is sure.  I will never settle.  Any inkling of doubt and I am moving on.  Life is too short.

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