I'm Going to Tell You

The extended version of my current facebook status: I'm a woman who tells it like it is.  If the slit of your skirt is so high that myself and everyone else walking behind you on a busy downtown street can actually see your butt, I'm going to tell you.  If your shirt is hanging out of your open fly and you are the manager of a fast food place, I'm going to tell you.  If you are walking past me in Rona and I notice that you still have a curler in your hair, I'm going to tell you.  So sure as shootin', if you call out my family member on their facebook status and you've got your facts seriously messed up??  I'm going to tell you.  Period.

I'm Looking... Have You Seen Him?

It's back.
That feeling that something is missing... and that something is a man.
I would love to feel strong arms around me, and feel safe being there.  I would love to roll over in bed and feel the warmth of another body there too.  I want to share new experiences, see new places, and make lasting memories with someone special who sets me apart from all others.  I want to belong to someone, and belong with someone. 
I want to feel the rush, the comfort, the security that being with a man brings.  And not just any man... the man.  I'm not a hop around, any-guy-will-do-for-now kind of woman.  I want to give it all and get it all in return.  That's what I want.
Is he out there?
Yeah, he's out there.  Somewhere...