This is good shit. Take notes.
I’m doing what I want to do, and I’m saying whatever I want to say. Because, life is too short for regrets.
So, to the guy that is convinced he broke my heart. Whatever. You obviously aren’t ready for what I’m bringing to the table. And, the evidence of you being deceitful was a hard pill to swallow, but I swallowed it. Done, and done.
Funny thing, there are probably 3 of you that think this is about you. Because you all brought foolishness to the table. And, all of you will probably live in shallow lackluster relationships for years to come because you aren’t mature enough to figure out how to man up.
Not my circus. Not my monkeys.
To the other guy, I liked you so much. I mean so incredibly much. You could have been the guy, but you aren’t. You messed this up, and that’s on you. That’s solely on you. And I would never go back, because I could never trust you again. I could never be happy with you again. So as much as I like you, I can’t stand your ass.
Again there are probably 3 of you, 2 on repeat, that think this song is about you. Because. You’re. So. Vain.
Side note: This feels great…like afternoon margaritas, white queso, and fajitas great! First parking space, great! Sweet green grapes, on sale, great! New LV bag as a gift, with the receipt, great! Radio station paying off your car, mortgage, or whatever, great! This is great!
I want someone who is attractive, in a ruggedly handsome way. Yep I said it, and I said it first. Even though we should never say it. We shouldn’t put looks to high up on our list, because looks will fade. There has to be more. And, I want there to be more. I need there to be more. I need someone patient and understanding that I can talk to, too. But, I WANT someone I enjoy looking at while we talk. And, that’s important.
Patience and understanding are important. They are deal breakers.
Smart, and can hold a conversation. Someone who recognizes basic grammar. That writes with capitalized letters and uses punctuation. Someone who is familiar with a comma.
TRUST!!! I have to be able to trust you. If I’m going to walk through this life being led by you, I have to believe it won’t be off a damn cliff. You know?
Be a man of your word. Have integrity. Stand for something. Stand. For. Something. Don’t be well in your 30s waiting for your “boys” or your mama to make your decisions. Duh.
Damn. I was seriously on one. Who hurt me? Why? Sheesh.
However, I’m feeling it. I’m feeling 100% of it. I’m totally right. I deserve a high five, a gift, or something.
That trust piece is still so relevant. I was speaking with a friend of mine not too long ago about being a submissive woman. He didn’t think I could be submissive, and I was telling him that woman should only be submissive to men they trust to lead them. I’ve been submissive before, and I regretted it. The man I submitted to, wasn’t prepared to lead us. His actions didn’t match his words, and I had to keep stepping out of submission to lead us out of chaos. The next time, it would have to be for a man who shows characteristics of leadership. Your penis doesn’t make you a leader. It just makes you male.
In conclusion, this was my unapologetic truth. Probably written while frustrated. Probably saved because I didn’t want to come across aggressive or bitter. I don’t know, but I’m humored and proud. So, I’m posting it.