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| "I want a vanilla man: someone who dates me before he considers dominating me; who begins with conversations, not floggers; who gets to know me by talking to me, not fucking me.
I want a failure: a man who once lost someone for taking her for granted. A dominant like that is less likely to make that same mistake twice.
I want a hero: the type who’s powerful enough to cry.
I want a real man: Someone who’s lived enough years to know people matter, love matters, I matter; Someone who’s laughed enough to develop crow’s feet that are as well carved out as his principles. I want a man with warm eyes—one who’s there to push my hair out of my face when I have a fever, who arrives with chicken soup when I have the flu, who I can be silent with because he doesn’t require me to try when I’m ill.
I want a dominant… someone who makes it his business to get to know me intimately because he wants to earn my submission, not demand it. I want a d-type who knows the difference between dominant and domineering. If I wanted to be ordered around in some kind of role-play arrangement, I would hire myself a prostitute.
I want an adult: someone comfortable enough in his maturity to be in touch with his childlike side… someone who tells the truth not because he might get caught in a lie but because honesty matters to him. It matters because he has integrity and cannot feel good about himself any other way. I want a man who sees honesty as non-negotiable for the sake of his own pride and wellbeing, because no person can evolve without the capacity to be honest with themselves, and no relationship can evolve without two partners who tell the hardest truths.
I want a man who makes mistakes: The type who’s intimately acquainted with his own weaknesses and who doesn’t see admitting fault as a loss. I want a man who walks beside me, not one who positions himself opposite me as though we’re at war every time we run into problems.
I want a teddy bear. Affection is one of the world’s most magical things, and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life without it. I want a man who holds my hand when we walk, who puts his hand on my leg when he drives, who kisses me anytime, and not only when he wants to have sex.
More than anything, I want a lover. I want someone to love who loves me; someone who feels like home; someone who is home."
from fetlife, but so perfect.
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