In the last several Bumble right swipes, I decided it’s not enough to be tall and beautiful and smart. I want a warrior dragon slayer. I’m a warrior dragon slayer, so why not expect to find someone just as powerful and intense?
Yes, I prefer tall men. I’m flexible enough to know I might find a man that could change my mind.
I have a thing for beautiful men, but I’m more sapiosexual and given the right connection, I can find something attractive in just about anyone. I just prefer to be shallow.
I want deep conversations. If I can delve as deeply in writing to the internet through this blog, I can imagine how much deeper I could go in communing with another person. I crave that connection.
I was texting a man . . . a beautiful man. It was a conversation that could have become more than words. The cost wasn’t a value that I could appreciate. As juicy as he was, his juice wasn’t worth my squeeze. He looks a lot like he could be a warrior dragon slayer but he’s not mine. Imagining what we would fit like made it clear to me what I’m after. I’m choosing to iron it out. I welcome feedback. I can be intimidating and maybe I’m asking for too much. I’m still going to ask for it.
I’ve had issues with my kid’s schools yesterday that I got to handle today. This past weekend a friend of mine asked, “how are you holding up?” That’s what friends ask. I’m a warrior dragon slayer. I don’t hold up, and I can’t hang in there. I handle it. I fight like a girl.
Last night and today I have had two conversations with grownups at my son’s schools that irritated me in apologies to the point where I responded with, “it’s done. What are your assurances that this will not happen again in the future?” It was rude of me. I cut them off. But it’s where I am. I won’t sit in their victimhood of a situation they are accountable for, but had no control over. I’m a forward moving force.
It was and still is a Mom morning between what I get paid for. I don’t need help but the idea of being supported appeals to me. I was responding to a text this morning and I’m sharing my edited side because I was shooting off a quick misspelled missive. I’m expanding on the rest of what I said because I’m not ashamed of what is in my heart and on my mind. I like him enough to offer a certain level of protection through his privacy. Yeah. I like him, but it’s not enough.
You want a powerful woman that can put you in your place and challenge you. You want my strength and my courage, but you’re asking me to ignore my needs and that means I won’t be coming from the place of power you find attractive. I need a warrior dragon slayer.
A warrior dragon slayer is fierce and dominant.
I don’t expect him to pick a fight at every opportunity. Any trained fighter knows true strength comes when we know what we are capable of, and still choose to dissolve unnecessary fights. It’s part of discipline. You know you can lay a man out, but you feel the responsibility not to. At the same time, I know that by his side, I walk in safety. Confronted with another man’s interest, he doesn’t sulk in a corner or react in anger. He knows I can state that I’m spoken for and he’ll stand quietly as I handle myself, willing to step in at any moment. He’s confident that I wouldn’t offer my time to him unless I wanted to. He can pull me into a kiss that makes me weak and I won’t have to worry about falling. He can carry me when I can’t stand. Not just physically, but emotionally. He’s my safe refuge.
A warrior dragon slayer can be open in vulnerability.
I can cry before him and he feels there is safety in crying in front of me because I am his strength and vulnerability is a shared expression of trust. He is secure whether I’m ready to express how I feel or not, and I feel safe in pouring my darkness, my insecurities and doubts into him. I know I won’t break him with my burdens and he knows I have it covered, but sharing the details is enough and he doesn’t need to take what I carry, but he’s willing to.
A warrior dragon slayer is faithful.
He defines himself through a warrior’s loyalty and it’s defined by his sense of duty. I never feel like he’s looking at me as his discount prostitute, only created to satisfy his needs. He understands that I don’t need him but want him and my desire is a gift. He sees there are other options but repeatedly chooses me, just as I would choose him.
A warrior dragon slayer is a leader.
It’s not enough to lead through fear or intimidation. A leader inspires his team to reach their fullest potential, exceeding their limits because he’s capable of seeing the heights of their abilities beyond their vision of themselves. As much as I lean on his guidance, he relies on my support, growing forward and together in the ways that are world changing. Every moment and breath in our existence matters because we are not following someone else’s path, but slashing through the jungle on our own. He sees that we’re a team and he can’t use me to get ahead because he’s only as far as we can get together.
A warrior dragon slayer knows how to interpret what I don’t say.
He’s in tune with me, willing to decipher what I don’t say. He’s willing to learn what he doesn’t know. He can stand in silence and I know he’s proud of me because of his quiet strength and the way he looks at me. He’ll have the desire to take care of me, but refrain from doing anything that would crush my wings and freedom because his need to take care of me isn’t greater than my need to take care of myself.
A warrior dragon slayer can take care of himself.
Figuring out life was hard when I first had to do it on my own. It’s still a struggle and I did it with support from my family. I’m a single mom that brings home the bacon, cooks it, cleans up after it and still manages to take really great care of myself. I hold it together when my kids need me and when I get to go to their schools to show them that their mother is a badass warrior dragon slayer. I support my family and friends within my capacity and the man I claim as mine has to be willing to see life exists outside of himself. My warrior dragon slayer will be able to take care of himself and my addition to his life won’t be work. He won’t be work.
That’s not too much to ask, right?