As Carrie Bradshaw of Sex and the City fame once claimed in her first ever article for Vogue, men are the hot new accessory. Or at least, they can be when they cooperate. BTW this week is accessory week, hence the reference to men as accessories :p
As many of you know I experienced a horrendous breakup this year (still not pleased, but thanks for the concern), but I’m so done with thinking about him and the negativity that he brought into my life. Onto the next chapter of my love life, and the sooner the better, since I’m starting to feel the need for a new piece of man-candy. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my past relationships (if you could even call them that), and the predominant theme is that I end up with guys who want me, but I don’t necessarily want them. I’m starting to feel like I just go along with whatever they want, but that doesn’t really sound much like me, hey? I like what I like, and I’m tired of not getting what I want.
I want a guy who’s cute, but not in the stereotypical way. Someone who’s smile says everything, and who’s eyes I can’t stop looking into. It’s the “hellos” and “goodbyes” and the look in his eyes that says everything he can’t. He’s someone who I can take out in public and not be embarrassed by them; I want to be that “cute couple” that everyone thinks is adorable together.
I want a guy who’s funny, in that witty sort of way I adore. Someone who’s laidback, but can cope with how utterly neurotic I can be, and is able to laugh it off when I get stressed out by the little things. I need someone who’s fluent in sarcasm, if only so they don’t get offended by every word that comes out of my mouth. Someone who understands my interests, but doesn’t try to compete with me, since I’ll win every time.
I want someone who can cope with how random and ridiculous I am. He’s going to need to be able to keep up with me, because I’m not going to stop running wild just for him. I expect him to be able to run wild with me. Someone who can be the strong one. I get so weary of trying to hold up the world on my own.
I want someone who tells me I’m perfect, even though we both know it’s not true. Someone who writes me love letters and serenades me in the moonlight, but knows better than to buy me flowers or jewelry. He’ll treat me like a princess, but he knows I won’t break if he holds me too tight.
And most of all, he’ll want me for everything I am, and not want to change a thing. I won’t be changed for anyone, so good luck trying. Remember: it’s not over ‘til you’re underground (“Letterbomb” ~Green Day).