Copied from Cheenee Ottara :

In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question, “What kind of man are you looking for?”

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking, “Do you really want to know?”

Reluctantly, he said, “Yes.”She began to expound…“

As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can’t do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man…or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask, “What can you bring to the table?”

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.

She quickly corrected his thought and stated, “I am not referring to money. I need something more.”

“I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life.”

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.She said, “I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don’t need a simple-minded man.”

“I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don’t need to be unequally yoked… believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.”

“I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don’t need a financial burden. I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded.”

“I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn’t taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive… he just has to be worthy. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can’t help a man if he can’t help himself.”

When she finished her spiel, she looked at him.

He sat there with a puzzled look on his face.

He said, “You’re asking a lot.”She replied, “I’m worth a lot.”



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almost all of my friends know what type of man can drive me nuts and crazy. Most of the times, they tell me I am dreaming of someone who does not exist....

well, what can I do? My mind is narrowed by the thought of living life on my own... so, there's a need of a man to prove me otherwise.

For years of reflection, observing and understanding realities in this world, I came to realize life is better when I need not to take consideration of another being very much closely related to me. It may be selfish, yeah, but there's just so much limitations that I foresee having someone with me. I will always have to take "him" as a factor in decision making. I will always have to be aware of his emotions, current situation, and activities. I will have to be bound to be with him (and seeing me with other guys means we're not in good terms or I am cheating). I will have to commit myself to be his personal companion most of the times. I will have to be obliged of informing him about my whereabouts. *i can enumerate more if but it would make this post long...*

Observing my blockmates who are currently in a relationship, they are subjected to always be with their significant other during lunch, break time, and even going home. Whenever there are friend get-togethers and block "laag", they are always left behind for they have to wait for their boyfriend... missing out all the fun. I know that it's their own choice and I cannot deny the fact that they are indeed happy. But I just can't fathom the thought that I will have to become a limited being just because of this (plus I feel, I am already limited... how far then, would my free ground be?) Furthermore, I want to achieve my dreams well and right. I want to pursue my mission in life without any restraints or restrictions. I don't want that one day, I'd regret not grabbing an opportunity for I must not and must have to, in order to maintain the relationship or what. And having another person means being owned. I don't want to be owned. I hate the feeling of being owned. But may be, just maybe I would entertain the thought of engaging into such situation, if and only if the guy fits the words written in the article. As I see it, the limitation is there, but the burden is lighter.

This is precisely is the reason why I am not at all easily attracted to men. Sometimes, I don't appreciate those people my friends call as head turners. I just don't settle for what satisfies my eyes, but also my heart.

I am not a man hater. I am not stone hearted. I am not an enemy of man. I am not a love-spoiler.

It just so happens that I am a woman of great dreams and hopes. And I prefer those, above all the others.
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