James Taylor has a song called that. Well. I call it that. He called it “Something in the way she moves”. Except I want to feel this way for a man. I want a man strong and secure. I realize the conundrum is that I am strong.
My ex-husband met me when I was vulnerable and going through a funk. He thought I was that girl and I am… sometimes. But mostly I’m not. It’s a lot for a man to contend with a smart, capable, strong headed woman that’s usually right. Most men don’t appreciate it. Bosses and submissive men* do though.
What can I say?
I am dynamic.
I’m like a gay man trying to seduce a straight man. I want to subdue a strong man. I want vulnerability from a man I expect to be my foundation. It’s a mixed bag of madness. Lol
And yet …
That which I seek is seeking me. This I firmly believe. So I guess we shall see.
Somehow I think this room isn’t getting painted today. I think I’ll lay in bed naked for a bit and enjoy what makes a red room a red room. One day this won’t be a solo event. Lol
When I find him…… no rush.
I texted Brad today. That went about as good a you’d expect it to. These were my last words to him.
Bitchy? Ain’t it? Yep. It is. I make no qualm about it. I know what I want and I’m not willing to compromise.
The cheese would rather stand alone. If I get bored there is no shortage of boi’s wanting to play. That’s a comforting thought, even if it isn’t a prospect I want to seek out right now.
Too much to do. I do so need a hug though. Masturbation will have to do. At least until the bratlets get home. 😝👍🏽🥰😂
*I suppose truly strong men do.