Some women my age are so blind going into dating. They’re
desperately searching for Mr. Perfect, kissing every “frog,” no matter how
slimy they are but I’m different. Yes, once upon a time, I was that girl who
thought that finding a man was key to happiness and that I would fall in love
quickly with prince charming like a Disney princess but after several cheaters,
dozens of liars, one crush that went absolutely nowhere, and one deranged,
schizophrenic, controlling guy, whom I’m pretty sure was the Jack the Ripper of
the 21st century, that happily ever after belief soon changed. I’m not saying
that I completely gave up on romance. My happily ever after is still out there.
I still have the sweetest fantasies about love but I’m just not that helpless
princess who is waiting longingly up in her tower for her knight-in-shining-armor
to save her anymore. I’m the single and extremely happy queen who is enjoying
life on her own. I’m very open minded. If romance wants to make an appearance
and if there’s a guy out there who will prove to me that he’s my king, I’m all
for it. He just has to impress me in a major way. Just saying I love you won’t
be enough. There has to be respect and loyalty too.
I’m not looking everywhere for him either. He’ll find me and
if it’s real, I’ll feel it. It’s true, I tend to flirt with guys online (bad
habit) but let’s face it, that’s all pretend. I have to be myself with or
without a man. I’ll always be happy as long as I have my family and friends. My
joy, hopes, opinions, and dreams will always rein.
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