My Next SO

Something made me realise I don’t even know how I want my next boy to be. What an idiot Em. It’s been a singly single single special year. I can’t believe I never thought of myself in this plane of thinking. Single. Unsingle. I’m using unsingle because taken is way too patriarchal for me.But coming back to the point. When do we become people who have this added definition of single or not. I don’t know. I’m genuinely asking. Tweet me on @iamemanali. Also, please follow.

Oh. My next boy. Jitters.

I’ve spent the large part of months...okay, a year, okay two, getting over an anal extremely abusive douche bag despite knowing I escaped hell. And here I was, free from my curses, and for the first time in my life i am on the hunt, yes hunt cuz, I’m a tigress. It’s a separate issue the tigress wanders without a clue what she’s looking for. 

Okay. Let’s think. Let’s think. OH. Cute. See i got one. Oh humour humour. But then all of this is subjective and is essentially compatibility. Specific Em specific. Mmmmmm.Tall? Good! Good one! What else what else? I can’t think of anything i want from a man. Yes he can be compatible and I’ll find him cute and funny and then what? I want something more rooted. Hmm. Rooted. Roots. OMG yes. What do i love the most? My fam. I need someone who can fit in my fam. And also in my li’l fam (cousins). I want inside jokes and I want no secrets. I want love of cooking and food. And  penchant for saving cuz i am broke before my next pay check. This is sounding very familiar. I do all this. Just with my best friends. So i need another best friend? Hahahaahahaahaha. Does someone have another 20 years?

I’m doomed. DOOMED. I’m doomed but I’m waiting the 20 years.

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