Get Out Of My Hair

I am overwhelmed with personalities. That is one of my gifts and curses. The other is that I have too many choices. And within those choices are many varieties. No, I am not talking about the potato chip aisle at Walmart. I am talking of all of the men that currently want to see me.

They want to see me for various reasons. One may possibly, really like me. Others want to have sex. All of them want to find some explanation for how I make them feel.

I knew early on in my relations with males that I had some kind of quality that attracted them and they didn't know why. I didn't know why for a long time. But now I think it is a combination of my inherent journalism/PR skills, the fact that I grew up with both my mother and my father and that I can flutter my eyelashes. Fluttering eyelashes can get you a long way, when it comes to men.

And my dilemma is one that I'm sure other girls cry for every night. I have too many men who are interested in taken some part of me. Well, right now I want me all to myself. And if that means sacrificing some certified good sex, or an Italian dinner, then so be it. Because the attention and adoration I have been receiving lately...well, I haven't been receiving it.

I was listening to the Love Jones soundtrack this morning, my favorite movie soundtrack besides Above The Rim. And I couldn't get past Hopeless. I couldn't stomach that yearning, that love drenched emotion. The lyrics gave me toothaches. I turned it off.

I don't want a man that is going to stick to me, like bubblegum in my hair. That's the way overwrought attention feels to me, nowadays. I don't want someone who has learned from other horny men how to get horny women horny. I just want honesty. I want a guy who isn't pretending to be lusting for me all day. I want a guy who isn't making up excuses about how he thinks about me more than whatever his job is. That's just not smart. I don't like dumb guys.

I want someone who will save all the flowery, overdone and elaborate language for me, the writer. Just be on your way, and show up. That is my future man's only requirement.