Life
When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a boyfriend.
When I was 16 I got a boyfriend, but there was no passion. So I
decided I needed a passionate guy with a zest for life.
In college I dated a passionate guy, but he was too emotional.
Everything was an emergency, he was a drama queen, cried all the
time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a boy with stability.
When I was 25 I found a very stable guy but he was boring. He was
totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became
so dull that I decided I needed a boy with some excitement.
When I was 28 I found an exciting boy, but I couldn't keep up with him.
He rushed from one party to another, never settling on anything. He did
mad impetuous things and flirted with everyone he met. He made me
miserable as often as happy. He was great fun initially and very
energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a boy with some
ambition.
When I turned 31, I found a smart ambitious boy with his feet planted
firmly on the ground so I moved in with him. He was so ambitious that
he dumped me and took everything I owned.
I am older now and am looking for a guy with a very big dick.
