I’m not who you think I am.
I’m not the world’s greatest mom raising up the next generation with love and care;
Or a sexy morning lover fulfilling your every fantasy and more.
I can’t weave lyrical magic to change your way of thinking.
I’m not a first-class chef able to whip up delights for your appetite;
Or a skilled architect creating magnificent buildings with both form and function.
I’m not some great charismatic leader swaying minds and changing laws…
But I am passionate. And honest. I love deeply and I’m loyal to a fault. I am simply me. You think you know me? Do you really want to? I know who I am. This is me.
I’m analytical and driven by logic; I take in facts and store them for later: always observing, sometimes commenting.
But I don’t play games: I just like the truth.
I desire justice and honor and will see through the lies and deceit, even if I don’t say anything.
I’m passionate, ravenous, loud and love generously those I deem worthy. When I meet someone who I bond with, I attach myself sometimes overwhelmingly.
I won’t be hurried but I’m irrationally impatient.
I need attention; I don’t take second place well. I don’t share and I do get jealous if someone is mine.
I believe in force-cuddling; I’m a toucher and a hugger.
My mind is always going. When it comes to logic, analysis, and organization: I’m fast. But heart issues and emotions, I struggle and I become slow. I’ve been told I over-think things but I have to for the heart is a known liar and I have no patience for liars.
I love laughing, which I do loudly and often yet I’m prone to bouts of depression. These usually result from feelings of inadequacy and never being good enough.
I don’t enjoy the city or a fast life: peaceful surroundings are where you’ll find me.
I have a fantastic imagination which can lead to glorious fantasies or detailed worst-case scenarios. My mind goes to dark places and sometimes I get stuck in my own head.
So, still think you want me? Or did I just scare you the fuck away? I know who I am. Do you?