Dear Men: I'm mad

Before you read this know I had a bad week. I had to deal with a bunch of fatalities at work that always make me sad. These fatalities left 12 kids without parents. We also have a fatality that involves a young child. This comes a few weeks after losing a co-worker to cancer. I had some emotional stuff I was helping a friend with on Thursday and that lovely you are fat and ugly message from that chicken cyber bully. So, right now is just not the time to hit me up for a hook up...especially if we don't know each other.


What is it with men? What happened to respecting women? I don't care if you hold my door open but I do care if you treat me like a $10 hooker. I am not a Stop and Go. Don't try and play psychological games with me. Don't try to make me think you are doing me a favor. I don't need a hook up. I can manage to live just fine without a man. I know this comes as a major shock to some men but women don't actually need you. If we choose to invite you into our lives it is because we want you in them. YOU should feel honored. You should treat us well. You should appreciate us. You should make an effort once in a while to show you give a damn. You should try. We do. That doesn't mean sex. I know that is shocking. Yes, we like it but no, it isn't the answer. We may be able to live happily without it...for years and years so don't think you are doing us any favors and stop playing games. I hate games. I would rather be single for the rest of my life than have to play another stupid game with a man. Honestly, I just don't care that much anymore.

You want honesty from a woman? Here it is what I want: I want a man who wants to spend time with me because he likes talking with me. I want a man that likes to laugh. I want a man that likes to cuddle once in a while. I want a man that wants to stay over. I want a man that wants to spend the weekend. I want a man that wants to go to baseball games and ride bikes and see movies and maybe eat pizza or Mexican food and have a Rita once in a blue moon. I want a man that can sit on the couch and watch Notre Dame kick Bama's butt with me and be happy for me. I want a man that understands I am right even when I am wrong. I want a man who loves my big heart and doesn't want to beat it up or break it. I want a man who loves me even though I am a little crazy.
I want a man who doesn't mind that I will probably spoil him. I want man that deserves it. I want man who sees me like this:




My friend told me I am looking for a lie. Love doesn't exist anywhere except in movies. I hope he is wrong. I am starting to believe real men are extinct.

Simply,
Laura

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