Sitting on the bartop of the daycare, occompanied only by pre-pubescent boys who blush if they see cleavage, has reminded
me of the many men who have been in my life.
So many men, but MEN they were!
They didnt feel the need to compete with others in a sad attempt to impress me. Though they would eagerly
defend my honor if I wanted them too. How sexy that is! Men fighting over you!
They didnt follow me around like a lost child, though I admit, some of them I did enjoy a little game of obsession.
They didnt jump into an arguement or fight anytime I was insulted. They knew damned well that I could
take care of myself.
They didnt cough when drinking whiskey, because they already had balls!
They had the power to push me around if they wanted, but only did so If I really deserved it. And trust me, I have deserved
it. But I do love being pushed against a wall...
They didnt get jealous if I were amusing myself with another man or woman. Though, in all honesty, there were a
few who would, but we had already established a long lasting relationship. Yes. They should have known exactly what my intentions
were, but still, after so long with the same person a little jealousy is just what you need to spice things
up again.
I miss my beautiful men. My angel. My demon. My vampire. My every type of man that you can imagine. They were mine.
Now what I have is an empty bottle, and a few sidelong looks.
For a Succubus, Im lacking miserably...
