Measuring His Love: How much is too much?

So in my seemingly never-ending quest for my next victim, no man in my life, no first husband, I decided to ink out exactly what I’m looking for. I’m in the process of putting a list of man requirements on paper in the form of an official Qualifying Process. (Yes, it’s really about to be that serious). So if you got any ideas about what a man must do to get your time, holla.

Anyway, one of the items on my list is faithful adoration. I don’t know who’s with me, but I require attention and maintenance. A lot of it. I need to be adored, ya heard?

That being said, there is a limit. There’s a line when admiration becomes worship and sensitivity becomes bitchassness ...

Neither of which am I interested in, by the way.

So how to tell then, if your man is a healthy knows-how-to-keep-his-woman type, or if he’s teetering on the edge? You know, when you go from basking in his waiting on your every whim to becoming sick from the constant doting … the calling … ugh, the texting.

When the more immature of us (perhaps I’m just speaking for myself here) begin making absolutely ridiculous demands, whether they be of time, money or whatever, just tryin to hear dude say “no” (because he says yes to every damn thing).

Personally, I don’t want a man who is gonna change up his whole style for me. Don’t go to church all the sudden because I do, and don’t pretend to be OK with abstinence because I’ve closed down shop for the time being – which I have by the way, tho I haven’t come across anyone yet who’s even pretended to be OK with that. LOL. But like I was sayin, it’s so not sexy to change your swag for a chick. Do you, I’ll do me and if it works, that’s great. But if it doesn’t, forcing a square peg into a round hole is not cool.

I had one like that. He was 6’3 easy, muscle bound, dark chocolate and hung like a horse. The sex? Crazy. But everything else was just too much. I called him Cuddle Monster because he was always huggin on me, pullin on me, holding my hand, kissin me in public, askin me if I loved him after I just told him yes five minutes ago … I really couldn’t take it. Had to let him go. That was several years ago.

Recently, he emailed me some beautiful pics of his beach-side wedding and I felt a pang as the jpegs appeared on my screen. Had I let a good one get away? Probably. But even too much of a good thing, isn’t so good. How y’all feel?

-- Mel

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