I go through phases of dating and phases where I just can't be bothered with it.
But when I am in one of those "meet 6 people in a short period of time" moods, I tend to come up with more precise realisations about what I can deal with in a relationship. Not superficial characteristics like hair color or cynical ones like a base line salary (although there is always the minimum package size requirement, but we've been there already, hehe) it's more about their attitudes and how that might reflect on me.
And that's how I came up with today's new rule:
I need to be adored!
I've got a reasonably healthy self esteem. I am extremely confident about my intelligence and mental capability, reasonably at one with my personality and, for the most part content with my appearance. As a mother of two, I hanker back to the pre-kid-more-sleep days and wonder what on earth I was worried about back then, but when I look in the mirror, I am fine with my reflection. I am not a beauty, nor will I win pageants, but I am a good looking woman.
But I am not content with my lover, FWB or partner thinking that I am simply reasonably attractive. Nope. My lover has to think that I am the most gorgeous thing he's seen. The proverbial "best thing since sliced bread". Luckily for me, I've dated, bedded and lived with men who genuinely loved my appearance.
Yes, it's self esteem, not my-lover-makes-me-feel-better esteem. But it isn't about someone else validating me entirely, just that in my case, doubt sets in if I am not sure that the man is physically completely into me.
I am in no way shape or form a princess. I've been the breadwinner throughout my pregnancies and whilst raising my kids, I am a landlord and self sufficient financially. I lift heavy stuff. I put up shelves, paint, tile, change light bulbs, remove mice from mousetraps (although thank fuck that those days are over) and was the one that ploughed through the sewer leak in the cellar (what an awful time to discover that ones rubber boots were not waterproof).
I also don't seem to mind if my man thinks I've done something stupid, or made a bad judgement call. That aspect of my self esteem is sturdy and robust. This adoration requirement only seems to manifest in the physical.
So, if we've met and you think I am gorgeous, then please continue to be in touch. If we've met and you think I am just ok, then by all means keep it movin'.
This chick needs adoration.
Thank you.
(It doesn't take Freud to tell you that I wasn't complimented much as a kid. Must go and tell my children they are beautiful...)
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Why I don't date Celebrities
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I used to have a giant crush on Dave Wakeling from The Beat (errr, they weren't called the English Beat ya know). I prolly would've done Ranking Roger a serious favour too.