I don’t think I could be interested in a woman who complains about being put on a pedestal.
You know the type?
“It’s a lot of pressure.”
They just don’t get it.
I’m always going to be a little in awe of you.
Of your intelligence.
Of your kindness.
Of your determination.
Of your talents.
Of your strength.
Of your beauty.
Of your wonderful taste in men.
Of your comfort in your own skin.
Yeah, I’m always going to be a little in awe of you. So you might as well just get on board now.
Better yet, you should embrace it.
You should expect it.
And you should let me know when I am sleeping on the job.
Playful swagger is nature’s best aphrodisiac.
It’s just science.
Love, sometimes the world is going to knock you on your butt. What better way is there to bounce back than to be helped up onto a pedestal?
Back where you belong.
Where you can ask for things just because you’re you.
When my niece was born, the nurse asked my Dad if he is going to spoil her.
“Just to perfection.”
I love that.
I practice it.
I get it.
I know you will too.
I’m going to be so excited and proud when you accomplish great things.
I’m going to be ridiculously appreciative that you let me play a small role in helping you get there.
And when I accomplish my great things, your smiles of approval are going to make me strut.
And so damn thankful.
I’m going to work my ass off to make you proud.
Just… to see it on your face.
Don’t you want someone who looks at you like that?
Don’t you want someone who talks a little faster when discussing you?
Someone whose eyes positively shine when you’re mentioned?
I mean, don’t you want someone who is SNOOPY HAPPY DANCE EXCITED just to be on your arm?
Babe, I want a woman who knows she deserves to be put on a pedestal sometimes.
I know I’ll end up with a woman who demands it.
Have an amazing day.