Being a single woman in the greater Los Angeles area, I must say, like most every city, there is no shortage of complete and utter douchebags. These douchebags give the male race (and the ones that date them) a bad name and thereby ruin it for everyone.
To be fair, there is a perfectly acceptable balance between douchebag and prince charming. If a man is too nice for example, his chances of sleeping with me reduce drastically.
I didn’t used to know what I wanted. I was a whiney baby. But I since pulled my head out of my ass and realized exactly what that is.
I discussed it a bit in the blog “Emotional Masochism” but for those that didn’t catch that, here’s a rough recap:
For me, I’m looking for a very specific catch.
- I want a man that’s not afraid to be a man. That means- driven, passionate, goal oriented, and provider. I do not care about how much money you make. I tend to be drawn to artists just as I am successful people. I have dated high on the food chain finance wise, as well as at the bottom.
John Lennon once said “All you need is love.” And when done properly, he’s completely right.
- I want someone that’s compassionate to my needs, but I also don’t want a doormat. You have needs too and sometimes I’m a disrespectful bitch about them. Make sure I remember that, but do it in a way that’s nonverbal or verbal when needed and in a way that I feel secure.
- There is a fine line between emotional abuse and tough love. I think every woman needs to learn where that line is for her and pass it along to her gent. If he’s a gent, he will understand. If he’s not, then proceed to walk all over him and let him know that he’s not.
- I want someone who is going to be there when needed. But I do not need a constant babysitter. Babysitters are for girls, and I am a woman. Granted, there are times when I’m also in need of a babysitter. However that’s what female friends are for, and/or a therapist. My problems aren’t your problems. A real woman takes care of all of that for herself.
What is it that I want?
Control enough to lose control and yet still be all right.
But this is in regards to a recent email I was sent, by username Durgie.
I belong to quite a few websites and internet dating is the same as in every metropolitan area. Quite frankly, there’s an epidemic of douchebags in the greater.. resident planet all of us hail from. However if anyone from the Moon is reading this, I’d just like to mention that I’d love to taste moon cheese at some point. I’m a conneseuir of cheeses and.. well I hear that is epic in nature.
Here are the letters exchanged between me and Mr “Durgie:”
Durgie [2.16.9, 9pm]:
boo* happy late valentines =) keep warm, and if not.. i have blankets ;D
Me [2.16.9, 11:06pm]: