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.
