The men that I have dated in the past have definitely proven to me the kind of man I pray I end up being with eternally.
Who is this mysterious man?

Wow. Well, I picture this man walking into a room and everyone turns their head and nods at his presence, a sign of respect. A man that eludes confidence without saying a word. Not only does his handsome physique stand tall, but his smile is what catches my attention. I’m instantly drawn in. We lock eyes and I send a smile in his direction. He has eyes for no other woman in the room but me. I start to blush, my shy instincts start to take over. He tells me how beautiful I am, genuinely. We find a private place to talk and we converse about every topic imaginable. The most important of those are our ambitions. We both know that we are destined for greatness. We realize that we need each other as friends, lovers, and confidants. His competitive nature is inticing, but little does he know, this will be no easy tournament. He caresses my face ever so softly. We lock eyes and read into each other’s souls. Inhale. Exhale. This is my man. I am his woman. Gladly. Passionately.