Here I am in my sweats, hair pulled back, not yet showered today, garden grime lacing my recently-cut and self-manicured fingernails, two four-year old boys playing in the dirt in my front yard and thinking
I wanna be a hoochie mama.
Yeah, right. I can hear you snickering.
Although I am quite aware of the familiar negative connotation of that, I have only heard it used or have used it myself to simply mean a really hot, sexy lady with no deragatory implications whatsoever.
So what would it take for me to feel like a hoochie mama?
No, I don't need to turn heads when I walk down the street. I cower under that kind of attention; having lived and traveled as a foreigner in many different countries in which I looked so different than the native population, I don't get a rise out of people looking at me.
All I need is just a look from one single person.
The one who makes me feel like the most important person in his life.
The one whose touch-or even the though of his touch-even after so many years sends electricity through my body.
The one whose voice makes my body quiver.
The one whose eyes make me melt.
The one who sacrifices sleep to make sure I am well, secure, okay, healthy.
The one who calls me his Queen.
The one who invests himself to make sure we are okay
The one who calms me.
The one who challenges me.
The one who questions me.
The one who makes me a better, more patient and more tolerant person.
The one who teaches me.
The one who motivates me.
The one whose kisses communicate his love for me.
The one who I lose sleep over.
The one who ravishes me.
The one I love to ravish.
The one who I fight with.
The one I always reconcile with.
The one that communicates so well with me.
The one who hates when I wear make-up...or when I have to wear anything at all.
The one who puts his hand on the small of my back to guide me when we walk, who shows the world in his look and his gesture and his stance, "I am her man, she is my woman, we belong together."
Is this a dream person?
Isn't this too perfect to exist?
Is this a fallacy...or is it being true to myself?
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I think it's the most wonderful goal in the world. I've found mine, so I know it's possible.
ResponderEliminarGood luck, Hoochie mama!
He is out there. I think knowing what you want is the first step to being able to recognize him.
ResponderEliminarI get what you're craving, because I desire the same sort of thing in woman form.
ResponderEliminarBut - why give all that power away to someone else? You want to feel like a Hoochie Mama, feel like one. Don't bestow that power on a man.
Some women do it with clothes (or underclothes). Not sure what works for you. But find it within! Then see what or who you attract.
This was cute - and I know exactly what you mean. I don't like standing out in a crowd but I do love men to recognize that there is something more to me... something a bit striking I suppose. And I love a little protection and manly possessiveness!! ;)
ResponderEliminarthere are men out there like what you describe. They are rare, but they exist.
ResponderEliminarAnd they are wishing for the same thing.
I think the dad hit on something though:
Don't give that power to a man. You are already a sexy, powerful, alluring, sensual woman. The right man is a compliment to all that. Not the key to unlocking all of it.
The key is not to seek him at all.
Be happy and confident in your skin regardless of who is around and he will materialize out of nowhere. Trust me on this one.....
I want to be a Hoochie Gandma - some days I make it! (Maybe a Funky Gran'ma will do ...)
ResponderEliminarYes, pursue your dreams they are achievable.
...and when you least expect him, there he'll be.
ResponderEliminarThe vision in and of itself is electric!