You want to know what makes me break down? If I had to sum it up in one word, it would be:
Be your own woman. I am my own man.
Codependency can never exist unless in my world unless it is in the “I am yours” kind of way. Don’t need for me – want for me.
Say what you want to say, not what I want to hear. Ever.
Need to be the hottest one? No. Nicest one? No. Most caring one? No. Most mature one? It would be fucking nice, sure.
The sexiest one? Yeah. By an English mile, but that is because of who you are on the interior.
Your confidence. Your sass.
Your unmistakable belief in who you are.
That is the shit that will take Mr Cool and Calm and place me right into the palm of your hand. And kitty cat, men like me don’t fold often, so I suggest if you get a crack at this man’s heart, you bring your A game.
If you want my interest at the deepest, “I Love You” kind of level. Fucking challenge me. Keep my interest piqued.
Never stop trying.
Once you indicate you may half-ass it with me, I am already gone, cupcake. I spotted it long before you ever did, in your lack of want.
It’s all in the challenge and self-confidence.
That is the key.