Don't Need One. I Just Want One.
I do not need a man.
I want a man.
Why, you ask, well let me tell you.
I'm financially okay, not great but who is in this economy.
I have a job, could be better but it pays the bills.
There is something about a male presence that is unlike any other comfort, comfort I need.
Nothing can better make the the stresses of my day go away, like a slow hug and a reassuring pat on my bottom.
I would be more content. Cheerful. And maybe even more productive.
Oh, and s*x would be great yes.
A man to hold me, to love me and help with this empty feeling I have from time to time.
No competition, just working together in this life.
To love me for who I am, with all my drawbacks and faults.
To hold me, who believes in me, to make me feel loved.
To erase my fears, self inflicted scars and loneliness.
To make me want to a better woman, his woman.
To make my heart happy.
Is that too much to ask?
I hope not.