Don’t settle 

Let’s be honest ladies, if you are averagely hot and have a pulse it’s pretty damn easy to find a lover. In this day and age all you need to do is swipe left?! (Or is it right… I’m not up to date with tinder!!) 
Nothing beats that first touch, the way two bodies collide and experimenting. 
In sex, we can find ourselves or lose ourselves, long moments of free-floating bliss where nothing else exists except mouths and hands and the sounds clothes make as they shed.
But just the act of being with someone isn’t enough to satisfy me. Intimacy goes beyond sharing my body; I want to share my soul. 
I want to ugly cry like Kim Kardashian and still know that my man things I’m hot! 
I want to roll out of bed in the morning and have him pull me back in, morning breath kisses and messed up hair. This moment will stay with me all day. 
I want to go to basketball games (not just because I love James harden..!) bright lights (that shows my every flaw) overpriced beer and Rocket Power Dancers souvenirs, and watch the way his eyes crinkle around the corners when he smiles at me and doesn’t cringe when I yell or do actions that go with ‘let’s go Rockets!’ 
I want to travel to exotic locations with him, hear the way he tries to pronounce words that are foreign in his mouth, try delicious and disgusting foods (like oysters.. Yuck!) watch sunsets on seas half a world away. 
I want to go no further than our couch, a weekend of nothing but Netflix and pajamas, bad-for-us snacks and no dinner, bingeing on bad TV and really amazing TV (rich kids of Beverly Hills!) painting my nails with a face mask on while he smiles at me. 
I want to watch him sleep in the faint light that dissects our room at night, and stun myself with the revelation that I miss him when he’s not awake (or when I have something to say and he’s asleep in the morning… I’m much more of a early bird!) 
I want to lay awake in the early morning hours, shoulder to shoulder, legs folded around each other like an anchor, and talk about everything and nothing, about my latest beauty tip, when my dad left my mum and how that feels or how he is missing his family and friends back home.  
I want to accidentally burn dinner and have to go out for emergency pizza (or smash burger) at 9 PM, a little bit drunk on the moonlight and each other, sitting on the same side of the booth because across the table feels like far too much distance between us. 
I want to write lipstick notes on the mirror, “I love you” etched in steam, find notes in my jacket pocket with private jokes that make me blush, make me remember, make me anxious to hurry home. 
I want to meet his family, and have him meet mine, and love them or hate them or mostly just tolerate them, or just make a family of our own. 
I want to laugh with him and cry with him, push him away and then press myself against him until we can barely breathe, celebrate the good times and grieve the hard ones, talk it out and storm out in angry silence, go to bed hurting and wake up forgiving.
I’m not looking for just a lover. I want someone that’s my other half, my king, my lobster. I want to fall in love, be in love, and stay in love with my best friend.
Girls the moral of this is please don’t settle. Life is too short to surround yourself with basic they-will-do-now-soul-mates !!!