I Don't Know I Just Wrote It!!

            As I ponder on my future husband. I wonder what he would look like. What nationality would he be? Of course I have a predetermined notion of what he looks like, like all women or men that imagine their perfect partner. I imagine him to be tall, but of course everyone is taller than me, yet taller than the average male. I also enjoy a man with hair; dreads, braids, ponytail, or just out hanging, it all appeals to me. Outside of being tall and having hair my preferences are open from there, though I guess lack of odor (smells nice), and dresses nice is a given, however I do not discriminate in terms of race, cultural backgrounds, or other factors. Well I do forsake that he be goal-oriented, a spiritual man, and driven. Though I may have my predetermined beliefs of what I believe of man to be to me, only God knows who he has for me.

            I have always thought of myself as a traditional person with traditional values. I have always wanted to wait until I was married to have sex, though that changed in college, however I have continue to be quite conservative. I believe that building a friendship that evolves into a more intimate relationship is the basis to a marriage, and though children are brought into this world through many different aspects and with the advances in technology there are even more ways to bring children in this world, nevertheless a strong foundational relationship makes the wonders of caring for children must easier than single parenthood.

           As a child and growing up, I watched the struggles of taking care of children as a single mother. I heard the stories of my grandmother and great-grandmothers regurgitated to me repeatedly. Throughout high school, many females became pregnant, which in turned changed their lives forever. Statistically speaking, I never wanted to be a statistic. In turn, I long for that relationship, that will one day turn into a name change and babies running around the house crying. Only God knows who he has for me... I'm just rambling on and on and on.  

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