“Desperation - it's the world's worst cologne.” ~Singles, Film (1992)
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
FOUR TURN OFFS
Love needs trust. Liars need not apply. Truth is golden, appreciated and deeply respected. If I ask you if my ass looks large in a particular pair of jeans and THEY DO… then tell me my ass looks damn massive in those pants. I won’t want to hear it from someone else later or witness staring smirks directed at my expansive behind. [Note: This is hypothetical, of course. Not the size of my ass, mind you, but the question. I don’t think I ever asked my ex, or anyone else, if my butt looked ridiculously large in a pair of pants. I’m just not that neurotic. Nor do I like putting people in a position where they feel compelled to lie to me.]
THREE: Blatant Ignorance
There really is no excuse.
TWO: Small-ish Stature
Okay, here’s the thing: I tried not to put a super shallow answer down but I couldn’t really help it. If you are shorter than me… it ain’t gonna work. If your hands are smaller than mine… it ain’t gonna work. If your shoulders aren’t as broad as mine… it ain’t gonna work. You get the gist. We can be friends, sure, but I won’t be attracted to you.
I love a confident man. I can even deal with a bit of arrogance. Narcissism, however, is just plain ugly. Hideous, even. Foul. Disgusting. Vomitous. Icky. If you haven’t figured it out yet… I don’t like it.
Trust me, there are a hella lot more than four. This is likely why I've been single for the four years since my divorce.