Mr. Right is the ideal man. The female equivalent would be Miss Right but you dont hear it being used so much unfortunatelly.
I'm looking for a guy to play the lead in my life;
A guy who has style, a beautiful smile,
Wears that cologne, that drives women wild
Takes more than just looks, to get me shook
And he captures my mind, he left me hooked
When a guy with intellegence, a perfect gentlemen
To be more than a lover, be more than my man
A guy who could be my best friend..
So all the good man who are out there
you better take care
coz good single ladies are rare,
but I am right here...

Why am I calling myself miss sensitivity? Because lately, I dont know why but I realise that I am a way more sensitive than I used to be. I am keep asking myself the question why is that so? But I cant really find the answer. I cry whenever I hear, read, see or experiance something nice or the oposite. I can only remember my great grandmother - who is at her 96th year now - showing her overflown emotions. Every Xmas she used to stare at our christmass tree and her tears were flowing down on her face. Never sobbing or crying loud. I think she has this since we became grown ups with my brother. But that is different. You can imagine an old lady who has so many years to remember so many good and bad memories in her mind which probably come up every now and again. She went through so many things. Wars, peace, love, happiness, sadness she was greaving and she was welcoming many newborns in the family. It is quite reasonable to become sensitive about all those memories especially when they are coming to her mind after one and other. These rememberings of previous pictures probably pop into her mind just like tears in the eyes rolling down on her face. One after the other....just like we are reviewing a picture album page by page. I think it is quite understandable that she has this feeling. I have not sensed any other member of my family being so reactive of anything. Everyone around me is strong and they stand up for themselves and I thought I am the same. Strong, energetic, not sensitive all-the-time-smiling girl. But as I said before...I am not always that strong and now I started to think about others hiding their feelings or me being too weak and showing too much emotion, I dont know. Yet I need to figure it out. I must find an explanation why am I overreacting sometimes when I, myself dont even expect it. Why do I get teary eyes when I see a lovie-dovie couple walking hand in hand when the husband of my pregnant friend cuddles his wifes belly, whenever I look at the latest soccer news and I could keep on listing.Why do i have sleepless night thinkin of the people I love and worrying about them, wondering if they are happy and doing well. Why do I get hurt so so so quickly. I can only find one answer of the whole lot of my questions and that is because I am not affraid of showing my emotions and I am not affraid to admit that I love, that I dont have a stone instead of my heart. I think all the people in this phisical world should learn to love and they should not be afraid of love and loose because those who know what is to loose can love far by more but then again they are the ones who might not even try to let emotions even near to themselves being affraid of getting hurt again. But if we dont love with the bottom of our hearts then what we have in this life? Then we have the main role in a show called Life and we are trying to play it well and put our full energy into it. Even if we go with the flow of the play we must learn how to respect, love, trust and be honest if not to anyone else but to ourselves. This is what I am trying to do and while acting I learn. When I will have learnt I won't act.

Mr. Wrong is the fella’ who doesn't listen when u r talking to him and not even hear a word u say. He would rather watch porn movies all night long instead of getting you down. ‘All night’ is a wrong term of time determination. So let me correct myself: He would rather watch porn movies all week long... He never goes out with you. When I say go out with u I mean he never shows up on the street with u. We're not talking about going out as on a date or going out with u to have a drink in a pub or such, just go out from the house. Therefore there's not even a chance that he'd walk hand in hand. The term kissing has never been known by him. He'd never care about u coming home late from work every single night because that is just absolutely normal. Who never asks about your favorite color and doesn’t know weather u paint your toenails or not. Mr. Wrong has no interest in u taking a shower or putting ur mascara on. He doesn’t know the meaning of the word flower not to mention the idea of surprising u with one (actually not even his mama but that's another story). There's no chance that Mr. Wrong would stop playin’ “TEKKEN” on PS2 until he beats up all the characters even if WW3 has started. On a Wednesday evening when u r not home this immature being would rather eat a dried out family pizza leftover from Saturday then put a little effort in picking up the phone n dial up Pizza Hut and place an order. He would chat with other girls on the internet and not even care about delete the chat boxes from the history of ur laptop. When his friends come over u should have crisps and a couple of cans of beer in the fridge. While his friends are ovever either he would act with u like you are the waitress or he would expect u to disappear from the house which is in fact your's. He finally decides to take u to bed, right?He would fell asleep while you are ‘treating’ him like a king has not been treated before. But why do we call him Mr. Wrong? Because if he thinks that we will stay with him forever he is WRONG!

I must say that Stevie Wonder was right when he said:

 

"Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love."

 

It takes a lot to know what is love. Not the big things but the little things I am thinking of. You heard me saying my first word you showed me how to grow, how to walk without your hands but whenever I needed your hands they were there. I know you'd have cought me right before i hit the ground. You were always there for me pushing me and guiding me. You are the only one who new me at all.  So take a look at me once in every now and then and see if I became the girl you wanted to have; see if I became the girl you would be proud of. I am proud to say you are mine and I wanna thank you for what you've done. Love you Mom!