Trick or Treat?!
I am not sure, yet. I can say with a great amount of certainty that something is wrong with me. Okay, perhaps I have a flare for theatrics (*gasp* NOOOO, really?!) but I just can’t seem to be happy with one man.
At this moment, I have the most gorgeous, sweet man asleep next to me. And look what I am doing: blogging about men. I just can’t seem to find the right balance of sweet and sexy, funny and smart, and oh yeah, has enough time to feed my bottomless need for attention. Talk about a scary, black Silence of the Lambs-ish pit!
Clearly, the need to be focused upon was NOT met in my childhood of emotional invisibility. How realistic is it to expect a man to text and call and put REAL energy into engaging me? I am exhausted with fake ego feeds to try to make them happy. Maybe I really do think he is gorgeous, but it would be nice to hear that back from him and them. (Yes, I said them.) This has to be a pattern. I am an ego-feeder and that’s okay, but shouldn’t it be reciprocal? I mean, tonight, he literally tells me how much I miss him and how good he is in bed.
Ummmm. Hi. There’s another person, here. Yep, it’s me, Maribel Maeve.
I could just scream a la Halloween ghoul, Fright-night Fest Howl! Too bad, I will wake up tomorrow and do this all again; a face or name may change, but this is all too familiar.