Some people just want A Boyfriend, someone they can gain affection from. Nothing is wrong with that but I admit I want more.
I want Love, and a Man, not a Boy. I’m not explicitly after whoever is more stable or good-looking. I am no gold digger. I’ve dated rich men. However he has to have his life in order and know what he wants. As I do. I come off as not knowing what I want at times but frankly deep down I know what I do want, but am giving myself time to consider. He need not be there yet but has to have a vision in mind.
To just want a boyfriend, for me, is quite a waste of my efforts. Relationships take time to grow. They take commitment. It’s hard work at times. If I’m willing to do it, I definitely will have to consider the capability of the person and whether we are heading in the right direction. But in order to do that I need to get myself on track as well. I want a partner, not a toy. I offer him the same respect.
As boring and unromantic as this sounds, I admit when I fall, it’s usually deep. I would say this structure I’ve imposed on myself is really for my own good because I lose my head easily. Clinically, this is how I go about it when butterflies are dying to burst from my belly. What can I say? I don’t believe people understand just how much I get affected under a placid surface (a select few know how hopeless I am.)
