Since the summer of 2012 I’ve been growing my hair. I was just tired of constant barber visits and getting my hair cut over and over again. So I grew it out, into dreads! Now a couple years later, this hair has totally transformed my look. As if I should have always had dreads. They are not shoulder length yet, but touching the back of my neck. I have always thought I was a good looking guy. Not just by my own self confidence, but from women in my past. Pretty girls like me, simple as that. But this hair, these dreads, just push my look over the edge. The front can even come down and cover my eyes somewhat. My point is that I feel even more handsome, and have more sex appeal than I’ve ever had in my life. The only way I could achieve even more, would be if my body looked like The Rock. A chiseled specimen. My body is not at all bad, by FAR. With my shirt off you can still see some definition here and there. So sometimes I look in the mirror at myself, like damn, I look fucking good! Decent body, handsome face, wavy, ‘getting to be long’ dreads. If I was a girl, I’d fuck me. No question. That same feeling that I get when I look in the mirror, I actually crave from a female. I want her to look at me like that, like I’m almost irresistible. I want her to stare into my eyes, as if she can’t look away, from fearing that I might disappear right before her very eyes, while she runs her fingers through my hair. I want her to confess that every time we are together that her heart skips a beat, and when we’re apart, its almost as if a small part of her is dying. LOL. Am I being extra? 5 years later, I still look at my girl like this. I still go up to her and grab her face, and just look, and kiss, and then look some more, and then kiss some more. I still hug and pull her close, palming her ass tightly and staring deep into her eyes. When we are like this, I can easily feel our connection, the physical of course, but more importantly the spiritual. Its thick in the air. You can cut it with a knife. But thats the thing. I’m always the one to initiate these kinds of “come ons.” I always go up to her. Throwing her against the wall, and passionately sharing and intimate moment. I CRAVE THESE SAME THINGS DONE TO ME. Dont get me wrong, she shows me love, but not quite in these particular ways. I’m thankful for everything she does, and I know for a FACT that she deeply loves me. But I want more of…IDK what to call it, but I explained it here, and if you get what Im trying to say, then you understand. And I want more. Not some 24hrs a day type of shit, but that surprise “let me show you my passion” moment. Our relationship is strong, very, but its not perfect. And it has its dull moments, like anything in life. But if I had a little more of that spontaneity, I could think about it during those moments of dullness, so it wont feel so dull. Especially now that we’ve been together so long I feel that these moments are even more important. Just to show each other that its still there. Tell me that Im sexy, that you’re turned on by me. That I make you blisteringly horny! Tell me you lust for me. LOL. Now Im starting to sound like a teenager, but I treat our love like its still in our teenage years. Like its fresh and new, because you have to, to keep the feelings alive. I AM THE LAST OF A DYING BREED when it comes to this love shit. I just want someone, mainly my girl, to return the favor.