So once again, I got lectured last night from my friends about my expectations and standards.  Basically there are a lot of really nice guys out there that I am not giving the time of day.  I just don’t see it that way because I feel like I work very hard.  I have worked very hard to get where I am.  I made lots of sacrifices for school and education.   I’m not saying I need a college graduate, but I do expect them to have motivation and some sort of ambition.  I enjoy people who work hard, play hard, care about their appearance, can pay their own bills, and understands why I work hard to have nicer things rather than settling.  I want football and beer, take out and movies in the pajamas, but I also want nice evenings out, traveling together, shows and culture, and someone that likes to entertain in the home.  Yes I want it all and yes it is a tall order.  Which reminds me of my height requirement.  Oh, and they should be good in bed.  LOL!  Maybe I am expecting too much.  I also know myself though and if I settle for nice I will become that crazy bitch that makes their life miserable and then I get unhappy knowing that and then its this vicious cycle.  I don’t want perfection- trust me, I am so far from perfect it’s not even funny.  I want someone that loves me for my faults and I love them for their faults.  Unless their faults are that they are unintelligent, unmotivated, non-working, short, or unkempt.

High expectations?  Well, they gotta be able to reach my pedestal. 

Not going to settle in sin city. . .