Honesty

I think there should be a dating book called Brotherhood of the Traveling Balls. A comedy of errors of sorts warning women to the dangers of guys who haven't yet learned how to be men. The title comes from my firm belief that all of the men I've dated in the past decade have in fact shared a pair of testicles.  My scientific proof comes from the continual observation that they cannot be brave or honest. One couldn't tell me that he wanted to see me more and didn't like taking a backseat to grad school. He acted out with other women and accusations instead. One couldn't tell me that he has deep seated issues with commitment and behaved stunningly when I told him that I didn't want anything to do with him if he's not working on that. Several have called and texted inappropriate things- blocking numbers isn't a resume skill. One wanted an interior decorator and someone to carry his shit in her purse (my name isn't mom, douche). One tested my willingness to stand by him through some tough stuff by ignoring me, calling me needy, and talking to barely legals... Because nothing says stand by me like eff off.

I'm not saying I'm faultless. I am a pain in the ass. I am messy. I am demanding. I am random and have a laundry list of idiosyncracies. I am ambitious and some times self-doubting. When things in my own life get difficult, I want a calm and compassionate man by me. When I have amazing things to celebrate, I want someone who can be happy for me. Any time, I want someone who won't mind emptying the dishwasher, talking about Campbell, internal combustion engines, or potty humor and taking meandering walks... and there you have it, I'm a pain in the ass who won't settle for anything less than a man.

 I have plenty of work to do and don't need any distractions :)