7.12.12
Exactly one year ago I thought....
That was smart of me. I ended the last post before I could tell you all about him. And I'm going to keep avoiding it. But don't worry, I'll tell you everything. I have to. I'm a blogger, remember?
That reminds me, Ladies, you should keep your man to yourself. I mean, if he's yours. If he's rightfully yours, then you should act accordingly. I've finally found out the next stage. Here's how it goes. When you're a baby, you have no idea what another "sex" is. Later on, they become "gross" and boys come standard with "cooties." Then... you can't get enough. They --some of them-- are God's greatest invention, until you despise them. I'd say, during your teenage years, boys are neither here nor there, it's being able to get them and a lot of them is what you aim for. And they suck for a while until you meet the one you thought was "the one". Then they suck more. Then you begin to understand that the body is merely a host for the person. The outside doesn't matter but a pretty package is a plus. When you get to a certain age/point, you being to understand that there is more required to be a "man" than having a penis. Or maybe there isn't. Whatever you decide, you have to make that decision. If you want a man, you have to understand what that means to you, because sometimes, it seems like women aren't chasing men... just d*cks.
That's how he learns to trust you. You've got to be able to do right without his having to ask. You have to be perfect without being perfect. Sounds like a lot of fuckin work right? I'm sure it is. I'm still trying to convince myself to do it all. The shit sounds ideal. Like if I were to write a ___Easy Step to Get Yourself a Man, you'd get them all with that. & it's true. The problem with this though, is that the moment you don't want to do it for him, the game is over. You can only pretend to love a man for so long. And I can give you examples of how to love him, but I can't tell you if it's real. & I won't help you pretend.
I know I'm real though. How about you? It's not until you learn to trust yourself that you'll know if it's real. If you read through my posts, you'll see I fall in and out of love every two days. My heart does that *shrugs*. But I know it does that. I let it enjoy itself, but I never let it run wild without my mind's guidance.
I'm not worried because I'll catch myself.
Like how I caught myself now.
