Let me get the ugly truth out first:
I live in a small town in the middle of the Alps where the men (if you must call them like that) are not my audience and I am certainly not theirs … I live alone and most of the time I feel alone.
Sometimes the universe gives me a break from my solitude only to make it even more painful when I failed… again.
However, since I’ve started this blog things have started to change.
Suddenly there is a new person in my live who is more important than anybody else. A person who takes care of me, who makes me laugh, who is patient when I am mad or sad, who spoils me but who criticizes me when I need it. A person who believes in me, who trusts me (even though I got weird ideas sometimes) and who is honest with me. A person who sings to me, who cooks for me and never leaves my side…
This person… is me.
Groundbreaking you might think?
Well, for me it is.
Suddenly I have all this energy and positivity. And not only is it good for me, but it also is for my family and friends and all the other people in my live.
Being selfish has made me the most unselfish and giving person I could ever be.
But something else has changed. Now that I am whole (remember that crap about finding your better half? Well here is a clue: that better half is you!!!) I’m getting a lot more attention. Not that I am quite sure where all this new attention comes from, but who is going to complain.
Somehow guys treat me differently… First, they notice me. Second, they talk to me (seriously, if you’d know me personally you’d know that this is a big change). Third, they don’t treat me like a “mate” or the best friend of the good-looking girl or the girl they just want to… Actually, these days I am surrounded by gentlemen who worry about me being hungry or cold or tired or bothered by other men.
Yep, suddenly I have become…. tadaaaaaaa: precious.
And I love it!
But… yep, there is always a but… I want more.
I want that certain somebody, who looks me in the eye and (WARNING! It gets very cheesy from here on, so if you can’t handle cheesy just skip to the next post) sees ME. And he likes it. And he wants to be with me and hold me and tell me how much he loves me. Somebody who can just sit down with me and shut up and it feels comfortable and right…
Long story short: I want the person who belongs to me and who I belong to… the person I can call home.
And now the good part:
Because I suffice myself, I will not, I repeat NOT, settle for second best ever again. And that my friends makes me as happy as if I actually had met my (fill in the word of your choice, but please avoid “knight in shining armour”, that’s even too cheesy for me).
Because I will only settle for someone who will treat me with such endearment as I do.
… and so should you ;-)