For breakfast, I want a flax-seed and whole wheat waffle, lightly buttered, drizzled with maple syrup the real kind that still tastes of the cool outdoors not the fake flavored and over sweetened kind, with fresh sliced strawberries and raspberries on top, a dollop of fresh whipped cream and dusted with cinnamon. Cooked turkey bacon coated with maple syrup and fresh cracked pepper placed in the oven for a few minutes to get extra crispy. Some ruby-red grapefruit juice and a bountiful pot of fresh brewed coffee served with cream and sugar.
But, I am sick – I wonder why I am sick, jealous bitches don’t know how to get along or be nice or play well together – so, I need fresh squeezed orange juice, buttered bread with sliced garlic then toasted, I need to eat that all day long stinking up the whole house so much vapors waft from the windows and doors, coffee to keep me going because all I want to do is rest my body, chicken soup, but just the stock – the real stock that hasn’t been sieved clear with buttered and salted matzo crackers, endless Emergen-C packets til my body sends me to the bathroom telling me I’ve gotten enough vitamin C, a hot mustard plaster on my chest and back, tei-fu oil filling my nose, and mugs and mugs of hot lemon and honey.
This girl does not chase boys. This girl does not chase men. This woman waits to be pursued by a worthy man willing to go out of his way for her. This woman waits for the man to ask for her number, and to ask her out. This woman wants to be courted, and have him take his time with her, and not rush her out the door to the next woman. For when a man gets this woman’s love – my love, he will never be the same again.
Perhaps it is old-fashioned, but I prefer a man to be a man.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 