vohotarehtahe

I don't want a boyfriend who can't cook. I want a husband who is a chef. I keep covering certain deficits, like I have a million more chances left. I say, but this one is nice. Like I'm still picking just for me. He's funny and tall, sure, but what kind of father would he be? 
          	
          	He's pretty in the kind of way that will have you crying by the end of the night because something incredibly normal and valid that you said sparked yet another fight. I'm too old for this. I always have been too mature for my own good. But I waited to be something like a good Mexican daughter should. Like I'm serving a plate that I can't even eat, waiting to be acknowledged while he takes what should have been my seat. 
          	
          	Like I'm good for a Latina. Pretty but not like pretty should be pretty. Like I'm lucky that he even thought I was pretty the day that he saw me. He's protective in the sense that you can never go out. Cares about you so much that he never asked what your new book is about. To be a chef is to respect the baker. To know how to cook is to let someone else eat. My type of man would have gotten up so I could have taken his seat and watches from behind me as I win the entire game. 
          	
          	I don't want a boyfriend who thinks it's too hard to correctly pronounce my name but instead yells it from the front row of yet another sold out show. I don't want to have a boyfriend take up the space where my future husband is supposed to go who admires because of admiration, not because of the photos to take.

preciouspearl20

@vohotarehtahe It's alright. It's so good to see you back here (once again)! But niv went in hiatus or having another account I ain't aware of. How are you doing? 
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vohotarehtahe

@preciouspearl20 Sorry, my bad. I didn't want to disturb you with unnecessary pings
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preciouspearl20

@vohotarehtahe Honey, you should have tagged me directly. 
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vohotarehtahe

I don't want a boyfriend who can't cook. I want a husband who is a chef. I keep covering certain deficits, like I have a million more chances left. I say, but this one is nice. Like I'm still picking just for me. He's funny and tall, sure, but what kind of father would he be? 
          
          He's pretty in the kind of way that will have you crying by the end of the night because something incredibly normal and valid that you said sparked yet another fight. I'm too old for this. I always have been too mature for my own good. But I waited to be something like a good Mexican daughter should. Like I'm serving a plate that I can't even eat, waiting to be acknowledged while he takes what should have been my seat. 
          
          Like I'm good for a Latina. Pretty but not like pretty should be pretty. Like I'm lucky that he even thought I was pretty the day that he saw me. He's protective in the sense that you can never go out. Cares about you so much that he never asked what your new book is about. To be a chef is to respect the baker. To know how to cook is to let someone else eat. My type of man would have gotten up so I could have taken his seat and watches from behind me as I win the entire game. 
          
          I don't want a boyfriend who thinks it's too hard to correctly pronounce my name but instead yells it from the front row of yet another sold out show. I don't want to have a boyfriend take up the space where my future husband is supposed to go who admires because of admiration, not because of the photos to take.

preciouspearl20

@vohotarehtahe It's alright. It's so good to see you back here (once again)! But niv went in hiatus or having another account I ain't aware of. How are you doing? 
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vohotarehtahe

@preciouspearl20 Sorry, my bad. I didn't want to disturb you with unnecessary pings
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preciouspearl20

@vohotarehtahe Honey, you should have tagged me directly. 
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vohotarehtahe

What's your major or what are studying/prepping for rn?

-Melancholywhispers_

@vohotarehtahe ina, i'm prepping for career crisis.
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kafkasbpd

Journalism 
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