On the Prowl
Okay, it’s official, I want a man. I don’t know if I’m just healing up from my last male-female skirmish or if the cold weather has me wanting someone to cuddle with. I do know that I have started noticing the opposite sex with joy.
I find myself saying things like, “he’s hot.” And thinking things like, “I wonder if he is single?”
Another element in this situation may be the fact that men seem to be coming out of the woodwork expressing interest in me. But that’s it. Just interest. Not asking me on a date, not trying to get to know me better. It’s like they are trying to bait me into chasing them. It’s infuriating.
So, now I’m sending a message into the universe to all guys everywhere: If you are interested in a woman, do something about it. Also, learn about a woman before you decide to write her off as a possible romantic partner.
And, wherever you are Mr. Right-For-Crystal, come and get me. I feel ready.
Ready for a fella my age that I don’t have to chase down for a date. A tall, thin, smart, funny, well-adjusted, single, Christian man – who can take care of himself – to enter my life and I’ll be great. That’s not too much to expect, is it?
Oh, he also has to like me and think I’m pretty.
That might be the deal-breaker.