![]() ![]() Whenever I found myself “off the market” for a hot second, I immediately acted like I had a boyfriend. My friends - not my lovers - can level with me. I like to be constantly told that I am perfect and flawless. On one level, I understand why it's a turn-on to be with someone who is so unafraid of you. I wholeheartedly disagree with this mentality. It's been said that there is nothing sexier than being called out on your sh*t. I would rather be worshipped than called out on my sh*t. But as I make the transition into total reformation, here are my confessions. They love her ferocity, and they hope that the meal they give her will be her last.ĭon't worry. We're waiting for the guy who satisfies us.Īnd maybe that's why some guys feed the hungry she-beast. We maneaters are waiting for someone worthwhile. It just means that my heart is very well-hidden and strictly guarded. I'm starting to understand that being a maneater doesn't mean not having a heart. What freaks me out is that I'm actually okay with this. Weirdly enough, I respect the hell out of him for hanging in there - even though I still have trouble understanding the appeal of that battle. I tried to chew him up and spit him out, but he just wasn't having it. I've tried to have everything I want without compromising.īut here comes the curveball, the reason for this overdue confession. For the first time in my entire life, I'm in what I believe is a healthy, adult relationship.Īs hard as I tried to fight it, Bae held on. I have spent my twenties straddling between my single-girl self and my relationship self. Yes, I am a maneater - a bit of a succubus, if you will. They give me everything I leave them with nothing. This is interesting for a while, but eventually it bores me to tears. The guys who are into me are the guys who want to “save” me. I collect men's hearts because I'd rather be loved than love. I'm starving, and I end up gobbling up every man who comes in contact with me. I have respect only for my desires and never for anyone else's. I give nothing and take whatever suits me. Truth be told, this is basically how all of my relationships go. I wasn't interested in that I wanted nothing to do with his plans for us. But he kept coming back. But whenever I texted him after a long night at the clubs, he dutifully took three trains to my Upper West Side apartment.Īfter I got what I wanted, I'd tell him to leave. He lived in one of the deep, Narnia-esque parts of Brooklyn. He'd come running no matter when I called he was my go-to person when I was drunk and horny at 4 am. I was once with a guy I thought of as a casual hookup. Saying I'm a dateable girl is like saying that Lady Gaga is tame. When it comes to dating, I can be a ruthless c*nt. ![]()
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