For as long as I can remember I've been the romantic type, going out on dates, taking walks,
horse play, buying gifts and of course lots of sex. I gots to have my sex! Not just any sex
though, I need love making mixed with some good fucking, mmhmm excuse my language! Anyway, the moral of the story is, I feel like its's always me dishing out the greatness, making my guy feel appreciated, wanted, and taken care of, but now I feel it's my turn. I always knew exactly what I wanted in and from a man and I believe I displayed that through how I treated him while their season was in session with me. Yet no one has
followed my lead. So, what does this mean to and for me? It means that ever since I got
into the dating game I have allowed people and myself to cheat me out of what I freaking deserve. Then again how can I feel any type of way when I keep entertaining the same type of guy. Although the guys I entertain are not anything close to the man I fantasize about I still wind up where I shouldn't be. All in all, I am a gallon sized woman dealing with pint size guys and what I want now, is different.