It's funny how guys these days aren't only chivalrous, but unlike the laws of nature suggest they do as they have done forever, they do not like to pursue, but be pursued.
Ugh! Don't you know who I am?????
I am Charmin. I am an exquisite piece of work. I'm different as well as special. A man should be so lucky to snag a fine catch like me. My mindset goes much further than hair, nails, and clothes. I don't have any babydaddies to worry you with. Not that I think I'm better because of that. I know I'm better because of that. I have saved my uterus especially for the manufacturing of the child of the man who loves me. No, I do not have a college education/degree, but I make up for that void in so many ways. I work hard everyday and make my own way in this world. I'm not some defenseless dependent lazy woman with my hand held out for the come up. My parents raised me to be a considered young lady with manners. I am affectionate, sweet loving, caring, and just the best person to be around. When I see myself smile in the mirror, I feel shivers course through my body because I am just that wonderful.
So, for any man, anywhere who thinks I'm going to chase HIM, dream on. Hold your breath. Count to a million. I will not call you. You're calling me, if you're interested. And if you're not calling me, call some chick who thinks you're special. Because I apparently do not. What do you think I look like, calling you in hopes that you'll like me or pay attention to me? That shit's tired and old. Especially when I'm not getting the same attention in return. You could be fine on the outside, but rotten like year-old trash on the inside. Your money doesn't move me either, like some of these emptyheaded golddigers out here.
That said, I am never to be the chaser, but the chased, by the worthy and only the worthy.
May the best man win.
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