You want "A" good man, in your everyday of everything's...You've prayed hard on this with surrender and empathy...

The dream is real...Still, Patience...is such a hard subjective behavior to overcome. What's the right situation for you to open the soft petal's of your sensitive heart, an just release yourself to the taking of you,..by your trusted stranger. Are you taking a hugh risk by opening yourself up to the end results of what could go terribly wrong as another missed fitting of your male selection process? Everybody doesn't know how to pick them. Maybe that's the problem. When a women refers to men as "THEM", the onus of her subjectivity takes on a decidedly stereotypical slant towards "let me keep my guard up so that I don't get BURNED...again". Granted, it does seem reasonable that some women have earned the right to be sceptical of that group of detrimentally behaved, self absorbed azz wholes who specifically impose their mentally dejected personality on some unsuspecting woman. Its not right, an it happens much too often in small towns, big towns, the military, colleges in your area. The sorrowful refuse left on the ground as tears, has left a creeping history of deception for women to learn from since time became the standard by which humans live by. However..there is wonderful reward for those taking the hugh risk and finding the golden key inside of that chocolate bar called love. Its almost like a magical lottery hit, when a woman finds a right pliable mate that is so mutually compatible, that has come to her willingly. Fifty year marriages don't just happen. The divorce rate is formulized math,.. enough to see the behavior of the whole random test group who failed in the selection and patience process of a real man that suits you. You know that you are so hard to please, an insecure about the whole man choice issue to boot. Its your nervous emotions babydoll, an they will always show up. So,..What do you do about your choices, now that you know that the odds of you hitting that real deal, off on a secluded island jack pot, with a special man who can maintain his focus, curl your toes, make you forget your name, an cause you to care less about money. Someone that only you, and all of your hidden faults(even the one's that you think he doesn't know a damn thing about) would feel comfortable enough to show him every crack and crevice of your whole being, knowing that this is..for you only..