Enough

I caught up with my favorite NY GF after work the other day. Over sangria (mine, of course) and margaritas (her's) we discussed the different facets of life that we could squeeze into two hours. About 50% of our conversation was about men and the struggle we endure to mean something to them. First of all, there shouldn't be such a struggle, but we deal—cause we settle. So while she was somewhere between describing amazing sex from the previous night and trying to figure out if she should end this "thing" she has with a man who openly told her he could never be monogamous, she said the most poignant thing:

"I just want to be enough for someone."

Fuuuuuuck. 

Cosign. Cosign. Cosign.

This is why I love her. I've been trying to articulate this to myself for months, but in each instance in which I've tried I sound as if I have the wrong intentions. I look forward to the day where any man involved with me gets even the least bit jealous, because I have someone stable in place. I thought it was about trying to make these men see my value because someone else finally got wise and snatched me up. But its not about that, well maybe it is, I'm a bit egotistical. (Hah, shut up. I see you.)

But in reality…"I just want to be enough for someone." Enough that maybe someday a mythical dude will delete his OKC/Tinder/Etc. account, enough that he swats thirsty bitches away like flies, enough that I would personally never feel jealous myself and lastly—enough to let my guard down cause its pretty fucking exhausting.

Actually, fuck that, I'll shoot for more than enough. Both ways.