So….I was about to engage in a debate last night with this guy, just for the sake of proving I was right about being who I am, and realized ‘Talia, why are you even wasting your text messages on this fool? Furthermore…why are you having a debate via text? That’s kind of lame.
Truth is…well for me at least, men can be hard to resist, especially when hungry for some attention. But what I somehow manage to forget is that attention comes and goes…and the good thing about it, is that it comes in multiple forms (like…a hug from mom…not the same as being pressed into a man’s well-crafted pec…but whatever).
I’m not going to say I don’t need a man. I’ll just think it and say something else…until I find a more loving way to express myself…
Nonetheless, I am about to be mid-twentyish, am nowhere near where I thought I would be in life, and so far my interactions with men have done more harm than good. I sometimes really don’t know what to do but write and pray.
I would like a strong, semi-fluffy little something to hold onto at times; someone who wants more than just my body; who will let me cry on their shoulder, snot and all. Someone who will buy me sunflowers in the middle of the day because he cared about my cramps. Some may say this is wishful thinking. And it is, if I start off on the lazy foot and let some guy named Eddie-Bo trample all on over my self respect or lack thereof.
So….I say this to ask…at what point do we I begin to expect honorable treatment from men (of which my homegirls give to me without a pause)?
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