This weekend, I met Superwoman. She cooked and she cleaned. Her smile was awesome. She rubbed her boyfriend's shoulders. She went to a great school. And, around 3am and much to my misfortune, I found out she did some other things well, too.
If my nether regions looked a little bit different, I would probably want to marry her.
Then, I thought, "Wow, Tyece. You are not that girl."
The same way women envision a prince charming who asks them how their day was, rubs their feet after a long day, and surprises them with flowers randomly, men envision their perfect woman (see above description.) The "perfect" woman is domestic, daring, and delightful. She's a chef, a dominatrix, and a perfect student (and one day, a perfect mom.)
Well, I failed on that end. Because, I can write witty blog posts but I can't cook a meal without poisoning someone.
Luckily, I had a friend of mine there to talk me down and knock some sense into me which was this: not every girl is that girl. And even the stereotypical "that girl" will have her own issues to deal with. Everyone has things that make them unique. It's not a matter of embodying particular characteristics; it's a matter of remaining true to oneself and one day, you won't be a good fit for someone else. You'll be more than enough.
Nonetheless, I've decided I'm going to learn how to cook. I mean, I will be moving into an apartment soon.
And, if I fail on that end, I hope my future husband likes McDonald's.
Love freely,
tY
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