feel good

I am young.
I am successful.
I am on a good path with my career. A focused path, albeit.
I'm hot.
I'm smart.
I came out to San Diego with a boyfriend, and when he dumped me, I turned that pile of shit into a blooming rose. I didn't go running home back to Arizona and fail at life. I took that turd and turned it into a rose. I held my head up high and bought a house in San Diego. All while being single.
I am a strong, self-sufficient woman.
I am one of the most admirable people she knows.
And dammit to hell if a man goes and breaks my heart. AGAIN.
He'll eat his heart out when he realizes what kind of woman he scorned and will want her back. But she won't take him back. Sorry Charlie, you got your second AND THIRD chance.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Not gonna be fooled again. Not by him. Gotta give them other gents out there a chance!

I want a man...who is financially stable - someone who is self-sufficient enough to take care of themselves and have some left over. Someone who doesn't mind picking up the tab for us more than me picking up the tab for us. I'm big into tradition and chivalry. I also want a man who has a nice car - doesn't have to be brand spankin' new but is good on the upkeep and trades it in every few years for one that requires little assessment. If he still lives in an apartment, that's okay. Times are hard and not a lot of people can afford a house. However, if he does have a house - huzzah! It says he's into commitment.
I do NOT want a man that still lives with his parents (hard times are measurable and it depends on the severity of the situation). I do NOT want a man that let's me pay for a bulk of the excursions. I do NOT want a man that just comes over, watches Family Guy with me, and drinks wine with me. Granted, sometimes that's fine, but every "date?" I don't think so.

I will come up with a longer list later. An aching tummy bides my time...