Right now, I want to be rescued. But not from a career which, so far, is very interesting and provides the variance in life that I need. And not from a boring life; I really like my life, though it isn't nearly as exciting as I would have dreamed. I just want to be rescued. I want someone to proclaim their love for me for some reason. The thing is, I don't really need to be rescued. So I wonder if someone ever will climb a fire escape, or even stairs, to make some life changing declaration. I don't think that such a declaration exists.
I feel like the fact that I'm not a woman who needs things makes it even more difficult. I break the feminine "mold" if you will; I violate the stereotype. I have no fantasy or illusion of a charmed stay-at-home life. It would drive me crazy. Having a job gives me something to do every day. And I like it. And I am not working for the moment to meet the rich guy who changes everything. I'm not working for the man. I'm want to be man.
But I still want to be in a relationship. A healthy relationship with someone who compliments me. Maybe I need an emotional rescue. An emotional meeting with my own version of Richard Gere. I guess only time will tell.
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