It's the Chest Hair that gets Me.

In one hand I have, well we'll change the names, Brody. He's average, handsome, has chest hair, and can be sweet when he wants. The other hand holds Ryan. Tall. Soft eyes, strong hands. LDS. Eats more than all the people in my house. Both of them are awesome in odd separate ways. Both of them don't notice me. Sad, pathetic. I know. But I'm headstrong. I want to strike attention in the eyes of someone. So how do I so that?

I'd give anything for someone to take me to the Temple. I want an LDS life. A strong Testimony. But in this town you can't have a Man the doesn't sing, or dance, or preform. I don't do any of those. It just weirds me out. I am used to Men with trucks, dirt under there nails and pants that don't hugs there balls. I want the Chest Hair in my life. Is that so much to ask for? But then if I choose the other side of the tracks I wont receive the awesome blessings I deserve. In all reality I feel that I will meet an awesome man, and after he finds out about my AWESOME tattoo, he's gonna bail.  

To be honest, I'm not sure men who sing, dance and wear tighter clothing than I do can even produce hair. They usually drive cars too. Pink ones. Ok, now I'm lying but seriously. What happened to Manly performers?  For instance, Bruce "FRIGGEN" Willis. He, he is manly as hell. None of this male ballerina stuff. A strong man, who likes to do manly stuff. That is all I ask for, even go as far as to pray for it.