I’d love to love you. Yes, I’d love to hold you tight and whisper in your ear that I do, I really do.
The way you were unhinged me/And I haven’t pieced myself back together since
This kind of man is attracted to a charming, elegant woman. He has no time for someone who is full of herself, and his biggest turn off is a female who is pompous and flashy.
In my mind it’s all so simple. Movement, trusting, feelings, confidence. And when I’m there in my mind, seeing the world carry on as best it should, I will be a whole person
Love and desire are opposing forces, a paradox in which only one can live.
There’s an idea that vertigo is less a fear of heights and more a fear that you might jump. A similar sensation can be found in certain social situations.
What if being desired and being wanted as a person are two completely different feelings? For men, women are easily desirable. We are beautiful in our way, each and every one. They don’t seem to notice that extra 5 pounds or that makeup you have had on since 6am this morning.
Perhaps it was my deep animalistic urge for companionship, the extrovert in me who wanted to be everybody’s everyone or just too much Disney as a kid.
I want a man with excellent taste and style–who takes the utmost pride in his appearance. But he can’t be a pretty boy or dress too well and he certainly can’t look better than ME.
I had a female friend who would always disparage young women who dated older guys (of course, said disparagement was aimed not very subtly at me).