Today.
Woman.
It’s very rare that men woo women these days. They’ll much gladly show up empty-handed and expect you to receive them with open arms wide smile zero attitude meanwhile they brought nothing for you.
Every time I mention this to my lover he thinks I’m some type of gold-digger. A gold-digger I assume wants something more much more. I just don’t expect you to show up and take my love for free. I do believe that’s why our forefathers invented dowry. If you show up and take my love, my affection, my sexing, my space, my food, my drinks, my juice, my wining and dining, my smile, then what am I getting from this loving. I’d seriously like to know. Comes a time when you realize this loving is not enough and I’ll need it to be a whole lot more. Buy me groceries, flowers, chocolates, anything. Woo me. Make it seem like this love is worth something, worth trying to get, worth trying to keep.
It’s very rare that men woo women these days. They want to take take take everything from us, suck the very nectar of our beings our succulence to enrich their marrows with our feminine aura and hypersensitivity. The second, the very second, just as you are bled dry you ask for something in return, Oh, she a gold digger. Shows how dwindled our society’s appreciation for woman has become that a queen can’t even make some demands on the type of love she wants without being called a name. In this phase it’s gold digger. I’m a grown woman gold digger.
I’m not a gold digger. I’m a woman who knows her worth. And her worth would like to be wooed every now and again, if that’s okay with you?
