Here I am , grousing about the 10 women I am meant to have so as not to settle down, and I am nitpicking on all those I am convinced are the ones... and, aside for three who had nothing to do with either looking like Michelle, or having anything to do with Michelle, I find that I am particularly impressed by none of them.
These three are;
1) The Dutch girl; honestly, I have never longed more to take a woman in my arms and kiss her than I did with that girl, especially after she successfully negotiated the turbulent waters of my mistrust and got me to admit, even though reservedly, that I found her extremely attractive...and sexy. Hey, I am transparent, and if I could see it in myself, then odds that she could see it too are more than even.
...those legs!!
2) The two Castle girls; I am an extremely cynical and hard to impress person, and yet when I wlaked in on their Castle promo, I went "wow", and the funny thing is, I had difficulty concentrating on anything when I was with them. I shrugged it off and said to myself that nothing would ever come of it, but, I kid you not, I am, like Chuck Norris, a bad actor, and so, I have to say that at the moment, if there were three people I would most like to meet, it would be these three.
Which brings me to the point of my post, today, because, as usual, I spent a whole night agonising about which women I could have who would satisfy the condition God laid on me:
Seek not during the day what you can not find at night, and seek not at night what you can not find in the day.
Now, honestly, all these other women, they are all based on anger and thoughts of revenge, and making the transition from rage to love would be, for someone as unbending as myself, quite a sudden and schizophrenic twist, and so, I have decided not to bother.
This means that I am lacking 7 blonde ladies who, preferably [take that as definitely]
speak Afrikaans as a first language [I love the tone of voice when they speak in English...it is so easy on the ears, especially for someone as perpetually tense as myself, and easily given to anger];
have shoulder length hair that is not 'set' [hair, you see, tells a lot about how much a person feels about herself...I, being more or less permanently depressed, shy away from people who may have similar characteristics], is either golden, [just saw Daily Voice's centrespread on this actress Blake Lively, and so admitted that some golden girls do carry it well, unlike in my own experience] shining white, or silver white...;
Are not into makeup ...consistency is my motto. I would like a woman to look fresh and the same all the time, and the thing I loathe is seeing these artificial colourants on the faces of women when they think they may have to impress someone. And the ear piercings and earings, and the suggestive dressing that says, "Come in, the door is open!". Hey, I am talking about 10 virgins here, and unlike in Jesus' tales, none of them have to be fools.
Now, I am a person who easily gets entangled in knots of anger and frustration, and so I need women who will sort of nursemaid me as well, just so that I do not 'revert' into either the berserker mode or the suicidal termination-with-extreme-prejudice mode.
So, of course, what I NEED are ten women who are sunny, warmly disposed towards me and need a protector, and who, of course take turns to make sure that, instead of doing the destructive thing I long to do...that is, take a short-cut and just unload everything and cut my own foot in the process... I remain analytical, and unfrustrated, while they themselves know when to lean and when to back off, just so that the burden of having them around is not heavy, but light.
Of course, they will have to hitch their wagons completely to my train, and let me be the sole provider, as well as leave EVERYTHING else behind.
God said He would give me these things, and He specifically told me to be myself, so, hey, this is ME, and I am not apologising for it!!
These three are;
1) The Dutch girl; honestly, I have never longed more to take a woman in my arms and kiss her than I did with that girl, especially after she successfully negotiated the turbulent waters of my mistrust and got me to admit, even though reservedly, that I found her extremely attractive...and sexy. Hey, I am transparent, and if I could see it in myself, then odds that she could see it too are more than even.
...those legs!!
2) The two Castle girls; I am an extremely cynical and hard to impress person, and yet when I wlaked in on their Castle promo, I went "wow", and the funny thing is, I had difficulty concentrating on anything when I was with them. I shrugged it off and said to myself that nothing would ever come of it, but, I kid you not, I am, like Chuck Norris, a bad actor, and so, I have to say that at the moment, if there were three people I would most like to meet, it would be these three.
Which brings me to the point of my post, today, because, as usual, I spent a whole night agonising about which women I could have who would satisfy the condition God laid on me:
Seek not during the day what you can not find at night, and seek not at night what you can not find in the day.
Now, honestly, all these other women, they are all based on anger and thoughts of revenge, and making the transition from rage to love would be, for someone as unbending as myself, quite a sudden and schizophrenic twist, and so, I have decided not to bother.
This means that I am lacking 7 blonde ladies who, preferably [take that as definitely]
speak Afrikaans as a first language [I love the tone of voice when they speak in English...it is so easy on the ears, especially for someone as perpetually tense as myself, and easily given to anger];
have shoulder length hair that is not 'set' [hair, you see, tells a lot about how much a person feels about herself...I, being more or less permanently depressed, shy away from people who may have similar characteristics], is either golden, [just saw Daily Voice's centrespread on this actress Blake Lively, and so admitted that some golden girls do carry it well, unlike in my own experience] shining white, or silver white...;
Are not into makeup ...consistency is my motto. I would like a woman to look fresh and the same all the time, and the thing I loathe is seeing these artificial colourants on the faces of women when they think they may have to impress someone. And the ear piercings and earings, and the suggestive dressing that says, "Come in, the door is open!". Hey, I am talking about 10 virgins here, and unlike in Jesus' tales, none of them have to be fools.
Now, I am a person who easily gets entangled in knots of anger and frustration, and so I need women who will sort of nursemaid me as well, just so that I do not 'revert' into either the berserker mode or the suicidal termination-with-extreme-prejudice mode.
So, of course, what I NEED are ten women who are sunny, warmly disposed towards me and need a protector, and who, of course take turns to make sure that, instead of doing the destructive thing I long to do...that is, take a short-cut and just unload everything and cut my own foot in the process... I remain analytical, and unfrustrated, while they themselves know when to lean and when to back off, just so that the burden of having them around is not heavy, but light.
Of course, they will have to hitch their wagons completely to my train, and let me be the sole provider, as well as leave EVERYTHING else behind.
God said He would give me these things, and He specifically told me to be myself, so, hey, this is ME, and I am not apologising for it!!
