Who am I? (I think everyone should do this.)

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Hi, my name is Vicki.
The girl who gives, and expects nothing in return.
The girl who loves being the rainbow in someone else’s storm.
I’m the girl who loves with all of her heart, even when it drains me of everything I have. Who sees everything good in people, even when they don’t.
I’m the girl who fears change, yet is desperately in need of one.
The girl who listens to music for the lyrics, and if you mean something to me, I probably have many about you. I sing with all my heart when no one is listening, and dance when no one is watching. I’m the girl with 10,000 insecurities, but when I see them placed upon my daughter, I see nothing but perfection. I love butterflies, because they flutter so freely and beautiful. The kind of beauty that I could only dream of having. The human mind fascinates me, thought patterns are an amazing thing. I’m the girl who hates confrontation, and gets annoyed easily.
The girl who believes in fate, and everything that comes along with it. I’m the girl who plans ahead, constantly. The girl who can’t stand not knowing what’s coming next. I’m the girl who loves her friends to no end, yet keeps very few close. I believe in a higher power, simply because I’ve been blessed. I’m the girl who gets knocked down and fights indefinitely to get back up. The girl who daydreams constantly, and over thinks everything. I’m the girl who’s been broken, and put back together. I am strong, I am stubborn, and I am striving to be better. The girl who believes that she WILL succeed.

So tell me, who are you really? You’re actually quite extraordinarily unique when you think about yourself. Nobody else is you.

Edges, Tangos, and Soggy Pasta

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See, there's this thing called biology...

piratesBoundaries in relationships between men and women are so critical. You  have to be consciously aware of where you end and another person starts.  You must be able to quickly identify, is this me or is it him/her?

Argentine tango is a bit spontaneous, usually men lead and women follow. When you are following you often have no idea where you are going or what  is coming next. You have to shut off your brain, feel your partner, and divine his intent. The best leaders are gentle, subtle, and to dance with  them you have to be very sensitive to their clues. I’m absolutely horrible  at it.

To solve my relationship issues, I simply married a freight train. The man is  nothing but edges. Sweet and kind, but all edges. Apparently I just don’t do subtle. Until recently I had no idea that some men have a hard time setting  boundaries…

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Found this and thought it was pretty well said.

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I have heard far too many guys say “girls always friend-zone us”, and although it goes both ways..

it is a lot MORE RARE to hear women complain about it.
so here goes…

 

 

 

“It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

 

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

 

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs.

And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.”