VIRB

I'm loved, yes. I have friends and family who enjoy my company, ones I can make cry from laughter, ones that love to steal flowers with me, to ride in the passenger seat of the car with me, who comfort me when I am sad, who pat my shoulder when I'm lonely, and even some who might think I'm pretty, but I feel that I will never have more than that.

I realize I'm blessed to have these people surrounding me, and I will never take that for granted. However, I want to fall madly in love and have someone feel the same about me, I want to have my heart broken, I want to have sex, I want to make some babies, I want to have lover's quarrels, hell I just want the experience. I could be self sufficient for the rest of my life, have a test tube baby, have a career and live happily with a vibrator. But I don't really want that. I want to be wanted, to be enjoyed, to share myself with.

I am bubbly, I'm smart, I'm optimistic, I'm artistic, I love to listen, I love to talk, I am a movie buff, I listen to just about every sort of music that exists, I love learning new things, I love spontaneity and surprises, I can make people laugh with my sick sense of humor. I love blood and gore and action movies, I like bars and listening to shitty honky tonkers covering Willie Nelson, I love getting dirty and making something with my hands. I love to just shut the fuck up and be there, thinking or listening, or reading or writing.

I know there are guys in the world that like people like me. But I don't think any of them will care to find out any of this about me, if I'm not skinnier or prettier or something. I know that looks matter, and hell I'm short and I may have nice tits but I'm not toned and I'm not thin. Are all men superficial? From what I can tell it's a yes.