Tell Me If It's You, You, Youu

Yea.
So, I have Ciara's "Promise" on repeat in my cranium.
Why.. cuz it just is.

You know.. it's funny how life opens doors without warning. I won't get too in depth because

1. Its a private matter
2. We've agreed to keep in on the hush hush for the time being
3. I don't really know where it will lead

[[This paragraph was removed. Why? Cuz it was stupid. And I'm stupid. And everybody is just stupid. ARGH!]]

Wanna know what I really, really want? A man. A good man. A man that doesn't judge me because I'm not a size two or under a buck five. A man that is attracted to me, not just because he is a FA && thinks my belly and fat ass are sexually arousing. No.. I've been there, done that, and even brought back a souvineer mug. I need to be held down, mentally, spiritually, physically, all at once. I dont wanna be you're sex kitten. I want to be your beautiful queen. But, alas... I think most guys couldn't handle a woman like that.

Hence why I'm still single.
Pfft...
I'll write more later... til then;
xoxo

- Evie