…And so I refuse to believe HBO’s (Boxing Federation) stereotypes of women. I refuse to believe that women are incapable of honesty, loyalty, commitment under dire circumstances and everlasting bonding.
My mother is living proof of it and she serves as the “blueprint” of what I seek in a woman. Beyond the aesthetic, beyond plastic, beyond artificial glamour and a lifestyle that turns the essence of the Female into a bastardized concept of it, predicated on the false illusion of extravagance.
What does a man look for in a woman? The spiritual element that addresses the dark masculine primitive desires. The authenticity, the nurturing and the support of the mission, the mother to the children, the Yin to the Yang.
A man wants to have the security that he can relax and keep his guard down with his woman, not compete with her or always wait for the “catch” to emerge. This is the stuff that breeds distrust and there’s no place for distrust in love.
But I’ve just met you. I’ll tell you more later. I’ve just met you and we’ve just had sex, it’s been a mutually bonding experience and I want more of it…