the kind of woman that a man fawns over. The kind of woman that a man wants, desires, craves. The kind of woman that a man wants to read poetry too, make love to and then cuddle after. The kind of woman that a man wants to bed like a professional, hot, sweaty, visceral, physical, demanding, commanding and then bring her breakfast in bed the next morning and sweetly kiss her forehead. The kind of woman that a man open doors for, buys drinks for just because wants to be around her, for no reason other than her presence. The kind of woman that a man wants to protect. The kind of woman that a man treats like a delicate flower.

I wouldn’t change me, much (ok, I would change me, I would change a lot about me) but sometimes it gets old being the responsible one. The “one of the guys” girl. The one that handles everything. The one that is only wanted for a roll in the hay and then dismissed or put on “buddy” status. The one that puts everyone else’s needs above her own. The one that makes all the decisions. The strong one. The one that wipes all the snotty noses, drives all the car pools and takes out the trash.

Sometimes, I want to be told what to do and called baby and snuggled and protected.

I just want to be treated like a delicate flower too……is that too gawd damn much to ask for, asshole?