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Sebastyne

A rock fan. A thinker. A psychic empath and a channel, a Tarot reader. A single polyandrist looking; The lover of men, kings, and gods. An eternal romance analyzer.  A romantic pervert. Generation X Rebel. A psycho-spiritual life coach.

Any field hog of a woman can chase a bloke down the aisle

But I should hope I am not a punishment you need to endure, so I will not lower myself to chase you

Let me assure you that my unwillingness to chase you down the aisle is no more a sign of my insecurity as it is a sign of my disinterest in you. It is neither of those two things. I do not intend to be one of those twats who need to half force a man into a relationship with them, and then spend the rest of their days ensuring he’s not cheating on her. I do not intend to play childish games, I never was and I never will.

I am what I am and you don’t need to like me. My self-confidence and my self-respect is not at all dependent on what you think of me or whether you love me back or not, not even my love for you is dependent on love returned. I’ve made up my mind about you, and it’s your turn to make u your mind about me. Simple as that. OTHER WOMEN do not come into play here. I am in no competition with them, and I certainly won’t lower myself to their standards, because I FAR EXCEED what any normal woman would ever even dream of holding themselves up against.

Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you too.

I write this because I love you. Not because I feel insecure or threatened by other women or feeling compared to them or whatever the fuck it is that you might be thinking. I write this because I love you. I want you to understand that I am not going to chase you because I want you to come voluntarily. I want you to show me that you want me too, and that I am not a fucking punishment to you that you have to endure for the rest of your life. And yet, if you choose a life with someone else, I’ll accept that. My ego is not that fragile, and my love for you far exceeds my need to be loved by you.

The only thing I want is for you to be happy. I do not need you to make me happy if you are happy, I am happy. I trust you to make the decision what and who will make you the happiest and it is your choice that I will respect. But PLEASE, for the love of god, do not choose another woman over me because you think I don’t want you or that I’d consider you easy if you “surrendered” without a fight… Or that I would not respect you if you did.

I am blind to jealousy games. I’m a polyandrist.

Some of you have tried to make me jealous with another woman. I didn’t notice that. All it made me was sad. I felt we had something real, and you turn around and flaunt another woman in my face. I simply thought you had your fun and now it’s the next woman. I’m cool with that, I can accept that I made a mistake about how you felt about me.

I do not get threatened or excited about other women, rejection, or the thrill of the chase. I like to flirt and test the waters, but as soon as there is another woman in the picture, I’m out of the game. If that’s all you’re after, I’ll be wasted on you anyway… You know? I’ll wait for someone who hasn’t got eyes for another woman.

And one of you never did although you pretended you did, and I love you for that… But every time I approached, you told me that I was dreaming. I forced myself to believe that because I didn’t want to be one of those women who can’t accept a rejection. Nothing lower in my books than a rejection junkie… Except maybe someone who fails to see through jealousy games, but not one who refuses to play them or to be manipulated by them.

I do not care about my hierarchy with the women

I am Alpha. Mind my words, I am the fucking Alpha. They can do whatever the fuck they want and they will NEVER top me. I say that without even fearing I’d rile them up to try and top me because they will not. Any woman who is even remotely at my level would never stoop to such lows as to compete over the attention of a half-hearted man…

Come voluntarily or don’t come at all.

I am not looking for my men to submit to my will of marrying them, nor am I looking for a man to pressure me to marry him. I want my equals. I want men who want me as much as I want them. I want my men to be men enough to admit to wanting me without stupid games. I want your heart on a platter, thank you very much. You’ve already had mine for as long as I’ve known you… It is simply waiting for you to come and get it.

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