Contributed PhotoBy Nadine Clarke, Contributor
MY MOTHER used to say there would be days like this days when men would drool over me like dogs starved for a bone. Good days.
As a child she would coach me on how to survive in the world of glamour how to be the queen. I learned fast. Now, (even though most men think I'm naive) I can understand why they act the way they do and why even the 'players' would want to trick me into giving them what they want.
But the tricks are all mine. Each day, I think to myself: Which of these men will I pick today?
It's exciting, how they try to make an impression with promises of fancy cars and nice gifts, not seeming to mind the expense when they think that they're getting something in return.
Have they? In the 20 years that I've been on this earth I can now fittingly crown myself The queen of destroying a man's heart.
You know, I've been told a million times how attractive I am, so lines such as 'Darling, you've been running through my mind all day' are accepted, understandable, but depressing.
I have everything a girl could dream of attention, material things. Everything, that is, except true love.
As much as Mr. Player, Mr. Have-It-All and Mr Attractive bring to me daily, when I'm alone I long for one thing. I long for that can't eat, can't sleep, to-die-for type of man who I see only in my dreams.
Where is he? Am I too young to find him? Will I have to quit my job just to please him?
Maybe he's around me daily, maybe I'm too busy to find him. For now, I long for him, for real love something that in all her years of teaching, my mother forgot to give me the recipe to.
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