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when the book is set in the 1930s but the lesbians get a happy ending
I could wish I had a man in my life that I could call my own. Someone I could give all my love to. Someone who wants to be with me just because he loves me.
Am I asking too much?
Sometimes I think I am asking for too much in a man.
All I want is someone who loves animals, animals are my whole life and i want to be with someone who can understand that.
I want someone who loves the outdoors and can come on hikes and walks with me without it being them doing something FOR me, but them enjoying something WITH me. And I want someone who is in shape enough to keep up with me, maybe push me a little.
I want someone who is a good person, a person who can see when to stop pushing, one who can know when to be serious, and one who I can feel comfortable enough with to be vunrable and wrong around.
Is that too much?
Mondays.
A chick at work asked me what I did this weekend. I'm 23. I don't have to blow this shit off. I played WoW until my eyes hurt, I read books, Harry Potter FF, I cooked weird ass food; I told her as I shrugged away from her. She smiled a fake smile, "Awe Hunny," She said, "You need to get out and do something, how are you gonna meet a guy like that?" As if I did those things from pity? That's how I "hang out" that's what I do. My husband doesn't seem to mind, as he is right there beside me. But what bothered me the most is her apparent concern that we all needed to "meet a guy" What the actual fuck. And if I WAS looking for said guy: I wouldn't want to find him at some dark smokey bar on a Friday night; I wouldn't want to find him grinding all over girls at a club on a Saturday night. I would want to find him at the bookstore as I picked up those books I was reading; or run into him picking up the same obscure ingredient I was at a grocery store at 11 pm. Thankfully I find him every night in my bed already.
Some people never let go of thoughts driven in their heads by insecure classmates who strive to what they think is cool. I thought people realized that as they got older and began their own paths. I was wrong.
Why Can't I Find A Man?
Why Can’t I Find A Man?
Finding a good man seems to be the biggest dilemma facing many single women these days (right behind losing weight and finding something to wear for their next outing). It seems like everywhere I go, I overhear a group of ladies talking about not being able to find any good, single men. Over the years, I have heard many women say that all the good men are either married or in a relationship. …
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*Straightens hair and puts on make up in hopes of finding a potential mate at Taco Bell*