Well, now I know better. No man can complete me. I say this all the time: I don’t need a man, I want a man. I want partnership, I want companionship. I want— Okay, I hear you. I do. But that feels like some deep way of trying not to sound needy. Like, okay—maybe it’s semantics. But it’s like saying I don’t need chocolate, I want chocolate. I don’t need ice cream, I want ice cream. Well, I want to be needed. I want to be someone’s water. We need water, we need it to survive. I want a woman who needs me like she needs water. I don’t want to be an option she can do without.
