I want a man to be so all about me that he can’t even think straight when he sees me looking hot. I want him to want me. When I’m sweaty after coming home from the gym, when I get out of the shower and am in a towel with dripping wet hair and no makeup, when I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt to go grocery shopping on a Sunday. I want him to love the way I smell. I want him to feel the softness of my skin. I want him to bend down to kiss my neck incessantly and hug me from behind. I want him to be in love with my mind, desperate to know the thoughts that swirl around in my head. I want him to be slightly nervous around me, always trying to impress me in some way.
I want him to want me so badly. And I want to want him just the same.