Saturday, January 5, 2013

.who am i.

I know part of this whole process is to discover who I am, but there are things about me that I already know.  Parts of me, that for the most part, no one knows about me.  I can't let them out.  They've been buried so deep for so long people wouldn't understand that this is who I really am.  I guess what I have to work on is getting past the point where I care.  Not to say that people's opinions aren't important to me.  They are.  But as I near 50, I find that I need to be true to myself.  I need to be who I am; not who people want me to be.

So what kind of woman am I........

I love music.  Mostly country; but my mp3 player is a wide variety. I love nothing more than having my headphones in and singing out loud.  No matter who's listening.

I love to dance.  I can't; I have no rhythm.  But I still love to dance.

I love to laugh.  A dirty joke; a prank; a beautiful smile from my granddaughter.  Whatever it takes.  I just love to laugh.

I love feeling tipsy.  Not drunk.  Just enough to....surprise....make me laugh.

I love to have men look at me in "that" way.  I don't find it offensive at all.

I love to read good books and watch good movies.

I love to swim.

I love to cuddle.

I love to have sex; during the day; with the windows open.

I love to be taken care of.  To have someone think of me and my needs without me having to speak them out loud.

I love my dog.  She's no Jenna; but Rebel is quickly becoming a new loyal and trustworthy best friend.  Who knows what another 15 years with him will bring.

I love to have male friends.  Male friends = no drama!

I love to cry at sappy movies; underdog movies and stupid commercials.

I love coke.  As in the cola kind. Every morning for breakfast.

I love feeling my body getting stronger; fitter and sexier.

I love sweating when I work out.

I love to get flowers at work with a sexy message on the card.

I love it when he tells me what to do. 

I don't know that I would go so far as to say I love it, but I like porn.

I love the look of a beautiful, confident women.  They are not my enemy.  They're my inspiration.

Someday, someone, somewhere, will love me for who I am.


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