I do not classify myself as a leader or even a follower. I am that middle person. I walk to the beat of my own drum and am to a degree what some would say a social non-conformist. I’d like to think that I’m an exceptionally well versed woman with high aspirations.
Yes, for a brief moment I am tooting my own horn. Toot toot.
I am not a typical “baby’s mama”. I enjoy being cordial to all parties involved. One thing is for sure though, I will not be a “baby’s mama” again. Ever. Been there, done that. Not fun.
We all want to be wanted and I personally want to be someones somebody. Almost like an ownership. But not really…
I want someone to say, “Yep, she’s mine…” and mean it. Mean every little word in those three words.
I think maybe I’ve gotten a little impatient in the world of dating because I am still learning how to date and can’t seem to figure out why no one wants me. Or at least wants me seriously. I’m sure it’s something I am doing wrong…I’m not one to point fingers and blame others for my shortcomings. I think part of this impatience is because I am getting older, fastly approaching thirty and would like to have that nuclear family soon.
My eggs are drying up people. They’re not getting any younger; nor am I. I see nothing wrong with catering to a man who loves me and treats me well. I wouldn’t have a problem having a hot dinner ready when he got home, breakfast in the morning and standing by my man.
A good man is deserving of all of that. In my opinion, not enough men have experienced that kind of treatment; this could be one good reason why marriage is on the decline….
..to be continued in the next musing.