My love life and my stipulations are far too exuberant, I know what your thinking, 'Just get laid, you'll be fine'. No. I want to be happy and laid. And the only way that will happen is if suddenly my life turned into a daytime teen drama, nickelodeon style, where everyone ends up happy in the end, as of now that has not happened. And likely never will. It's a win//lose situation. So I have compiled a list in my boredom of what I want.




I want a man who will knock on my door, unannounced
To see me open the door and rush me
To take my face to his lips
and let my tongue become his inhaled breath
To pull me close and lift me into his arms
To throw me unto my bed and proceed in soaking in my visage
For the look of me to be his water in this desert of life
For me to be his salvation from this destitute hell
To put up with my pinches and slaps,
my biting words and my stinging bites
Who will ravage me because he can't fathom my absence
and trying to makes him angry
For him to look me in the eyes and say
"My life only has meaning when your in my arms"
To tell me that and force me to say how I feel about him
If I hesitate then the world will stop
and only start up again at my request
To rest his head in my lap
So I can stroke his face
To watch the sun hit my face in the morning
To smell my hair spread upon the pillow
and worship it whether it smells like a smoky bar or expensive soaps
To kiss my neck and shoulders
To rub his teeth against my flesh
To appreciate my vulgarity
To enjoy my witty remarks
To be impressed with my talent, brain and art
To share my love of books and sushi
To take me out dancing
To watch the moon
To camp in the great wide somewhere
with only our names and a sleeping bag
To laugh, and think that I am brave
To think I am a goddess

Most of all, I want him to exist