Last week, I was effectively dismissed from something I thought had promise. We had a lot in common. I liked him. I thought he liked me. Even though the guy made it clear he was cutting me loose because of things he needed to repair within himself, I still found a way to make it about me. That's how I roll.
I deserve someone who will make plans and keep them. (And if he can't, he will make it up to me without offering some lame excuse.)
I deserve someone who will ask me on a date ... not just someone who texts and asks, "when do you want to hang out?"
I deserve someone who has no doubts about wanting to be with me.
I deserve someone who not only shows respect for me but also affection.
I deserve someone who will show me I'm a priority and not just an option.
I deserve someone who genuinely just likes me.
I deserve someone great.
I have a lot to offer, but I refuse to bestow it on the wrong person. It will only be gifted to the right person. If I have to wait the rest of my life to find him, then so be it. I cannot tell you the number of times I've been told I'm too picky, but I'm going to stop listening to the people who say that. Holding out for what I deserve doesn't mean I'm picky --- it means I have standards and self-respect.