When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a
boyfriend.
When I was 16 I got a boyfriend, but there was no
passion. So I decided I
needed a passionate guy with a zest for life.
In college I dated a passionate guy, but he was too
emotional. Everything
was an emergency, he was a drama queen, cried all the time
and threatened
suicide. So I decided I needed a boy with stability.
When I was 25 I found a very stable guy but he was
boring. He was totally
predictable and never got excited about anything. Life
became so dull that
I decided I needed a boy with some excitement.
When I was 28 I found an exciting boy, but I couldn't keep
up with him. He
rushed from one party to another, never settling on
anything. He did mad
impetuous things and flirted with everyone he met. He
made me miserable as
often as happy. He was great fun initially and very
energetic, but
directionless. So I decided to find a boy with some
ambition.
When I turned 31, I found a smart ambitious boy with his
feet planted
firmly on the ground so I moved in with him. He was so
ambitious that he
dumped me and took everything I owned.
I am older now and am looking for a guy with a very big
dick.