


SECOND- Must be a good gift giver. I am an excellent gift giver and it is only fair that I receive spectacular ones in return. I once dated a guy who was an excellent gift giver. He has RUINED it for all other gift giving slouches. For the past 10 years I have gone without Birthday, Valentine's day, Christmas, Easter, Half Birthday, New Years, Anniversary, Graduation, and just any hey you are damn great gifts. I think when you are married to someone you sorta know what they like and GROCERY STORE flowers that you think of while you are checking out a case of beer as an afterthought does a gift not make. Second I HATE roses. Don't bring me roses. The ONLY roses I like are Black Beauty or Black Magic Roses. Roses are for trifling men who are not imaginative. If you want to purchase flowers go to a FLORIST. Hence the name. FLOWERS.. FLORIST. Grocery store flowers are for chumps that need a quick fix. No planning involved. Lazy's man's apology flowers. Oh. Also I hate baby's breath and carnations. If I ever see them again I will go ballistic. I adore Dahlias, Orchids, Lillies, anything but plain roses. I am not a plain woman and do not deserve plain boring average flowers. They are offensive to me. Stuffed animals are not suitable gifts for women. Do not think I am going appreciate a stuffed animal unless it has AMAZING JEWELRY tied on it. Secondly, dinner out should not be at a chain restaurant if you are considering it a special or romantic night. I haven't been on the wrong side of the Olive Garden's doors in years and would like to keep my streak going. No CHAIN RESTAURANTS. No PICKY EATERS! Going to a sporting even is for YOU it is not for me. Do NOT pass that off as something you are doing for me, because I am not going to be duped. If we go to a play, ballet, or concert I will consider that you are taking my tastes into application. This man must understand my mania for the Dave Matthews Band and Prince. If he does not like them please do not apply. I will never again stop listening to music I love in order to appease a man. Must have diverse taste in music. Excellent manners is paramount. I am Southern. My eagle eye is trained to look out for bad table manners, not opening doors (this includes the CAR DOOR), and respecting women. Men without elegant manners are as attractive as Venereal Disease to me. (No Venereal Disease either. A clean bill of health will need to be submitted) Be a gentleman, it will not offend my womanistic sensibilities. It will delight them.

THIRD- Although No Bitchassness should be a given, I feel I must explain this just in case. I do not want to be with another bitchass. I have met my lifetime quota. If you asked said men are they bitchasses they would say "no" alas, they are bitchasses. I do NOT want a child/baby/man to take care of. He needs to be a partner who is equal in intelligence and carries his own weight. There might be times when one of us has to put in more than the other. This is understandable and completely fine with me. However, when I have to do EVERYTHING ALL OF THE TIME because he is incompetent or always trying to get over or do some sideways hustle. Please do not waste your time. I am tired of being an unpaid personal assistant. Keep your business straight. Do not be sloppy with your finances. Must be acquainted with saving money, 401K , Roth IRA, NAZDAQ, financial planning, living below your means.. These things are non-negotiable. Actually everything I am writing is NON-NEGOTIABLE. This man must have excellent credit. Nothing under 700. Bad credit is a good indicator of irresponsibility. Also included in bitchassness is being a complete child. I am not your mother. If you want mothering you know her number and she would love the call. Know the difference between wants and needs as there is an enormous difference. He cannot fill his life with grown up toys and miscellaneous bullshit. Know how to fix things. My Dad was a helicopter pilot in Vietnam. Tougher than tough. He was a MAN. He could fix anything like MacGyver with bubblegum and toothpicks. I expect this man not to laze on the couch on the weekends watching Beverly Hills 90210 while I am cleaning, fixing, and running errands. That is bitchassness to me. Both of our cars should be washed EVERY Saturday morning and then household chores should be attended to. I do not want to hear a man wine ever ever ever again in my life. NEVER EVER! The sounds is repulsive. So. To conclude no bitchassness. I am not going to take care of you. I will compliment you, but unlike Beyonce I am NOT going to upgrade another man. Oh! I feel as if I have to mention no Chris Browns either. Notice how he is under no bitchassness.

I am officially accepting applications from all who believe they meet requirements and qualifications.
Comments (1)
Omg love this post. I might need to come up with one myself.
And btw, totally hear you on the gift giver thing. You're so right!