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“What do you want he asked? 

In that moment I knew he wasn’t what I was looking for because:” I want a man who listens to me when I talk, who remembers the little details about me that only someone who cares would remember, who knows whether I like coffee or tea, who knows the names of my cats, who doesn’t stare at my boobs when talking to me but keep their eyes on my face as if  he is trying to engraved my face in his brain, someone who doesn’t touch my butt before he strokes my face gently and kiss me softly, someone who doesn’t raise their voice at me and I’ll know if he’s faking it because I pay attention to everything! He can’t fool me.”