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Looking to take sum one out tonight then?. My Knight in Shining Armor I remember the first time I saw you like it was yesterday (cliche; I'm well aware). It was in passing, and it didn't register with me until a short time later when our paths crossed again. That was probably the first time I SAW you. My heart stopped; I couldn't speak (a rarity, local sluts of Mellwood Arkansas for me anyway). I think I said something awkward; I'm sure, looking back, we both wanted to run from the room. But no matter how uncomfortable it probably should have made you, you bit. It seemed I piqued your interest and you mine; everything about you captivated me. Your walk, your humility, sense of humor, sincere smile, genuine nature; all of the things my twenty-something self had never before appreciated in a man; suddenly these things ignited an intense desire to know everything there was to know about you. I reveled in my crush; giddily bragging to my friends about this seemingly amazing man who- for some reason I couldn't understand at the time- seemed equally as enamored. You see, I was coming away from a disastrous dating situation that had left me doubted in every single way; I knew at the time that no xxx would ever find me desirable, that no xxx would find me interesting or funny or find spending nights with me talking about hopes and fears a worthwhile use of their time. So in this devastation I clung to the faint hope that I might be the woman worthy of desire as hinted in your glances and . It's my fault; usually I'm not so quick to hitch my wagon to delusions of love and boyfriendness, but you caught me in a time of need for validation (usually I'm stronger than that). So I waited, petite girl from Secondcreek WV naughty teens Niagara Falls and waited. My worth depended on your ever-changing behaviors. I availed myself, awaiting the day I would feel validated and fulfilled by being the of your affections. I continued to wait. In this time you dated several women for short periods of time as, simultaneously, the curtain slowly fell away and I was clued in to the true nature of your being by those in our barely overlapping social orbit. There were even those brief moments you accidentally let the mask slip and reveal truths about your true nature. Whatever the reason, it didn't me; and it should have, I am well in dealing with your type and usually I send them packing without so much as a second glance. I can only surmise that you found your way through a small hole created by a moment of intense self doubt and managed to stay trapped as the healing process closed that whole. I was strong in all of life's aspects, yet there you were resting in the shadows of my mind waiting to remind me of my faults and inadequacies every time I even thought about moving on. I'm of how long I allowed this to go on. In my defense I moved on many times, but you seemed to have a sixth sense and intuitively knew when I was beginning to rediscover my self-worth and deservedness of love; for that's when you'd magiy reappear and undo nights of self affirmations and the positive affects of the admiration and appreciation of new acquaintances. For way too long I was certain the image of you would forever reappear each time I thought I'd found a new happiness...forever there reminding me that the indifference you managed to feel towards a woman that couldn't get enough of you- as equally and profoundly flawed and imperfect as I, and every xxx of us, is- was the best I could aspire to. More times than I could count, I found myself back at square one; crying myself to sleep and unable to a look a man in the eye as he showered me with mostly because you'd creep into the back of my mind and convince me he was lying. I don't know how or when this changed. I feel that the bulk of the last xxx years can be summed up as xxx step forward, xxx steps back. But at some point I began to make some headway in my fight to reclaim myself. There were many transformations, the least of which was the painful realization that for too long my ability to be happy hinged on captivating your attention, and that's not the woman I was born to be. I let you, a grown man with no more the apparent appreciation for another human being than most of us would reserve for a , dictate my self worth and esteem. I can't even be mad at you, that's on me. But I do finally see what it was that attracted you in the first place; my sense of humor, sincerity, wit, easy-going nature, and (most definitely) my huge rack. All of which I now see would have been a shame to waste on a grown man with the attention span of a small boy. What I am most for, however, is the gift of insight you have given me. I don't think my pre-you self understood the importance of a gentlemen. It is the man who is not always front and center, the life of the party, who is waiting in the shadows to open doors for you and share with your their own hopes and fears. That guy might not storm onto your radar and evoke intense emotion and longing (at first) but he wants to impress your grandparents and cares that your day is going well. You are not that guy. For all your material things and in all the ways you look wonderful on paper, you are not that guy. If you are that guy and you find yourself doubting or at the wrong end of a girl with an inability to appreciate the in-every-sense-of-the-word man that you are; don't give up. There is a hot chick out there with a huge rack just waiting to for you to stumble across her so you xxx can have totally hot sex on the before she makes you breakfast and listens to you talk about shit she only cares about because it's important to you. And if you're the type of guy that only has the capacity to care for women so long as they are new and exciting to him, and so long as they fulfill the prescribed notion of what you have decided a female's worth means; go fuck yourself. No woman with the capacity to value and love you for anything other than what it is you can do for her will fall for it for very long. May you forever be relegated to the world of twenty-somethings with daddy issues and short attention spans. Horny woman ready naughty dating Tweet