You don't want the one. You don't want the perfect, Knight-in-Shining-Armor Man. You may think you sweet senior seeking casual encounter lonely sluts do. But even if you found The Perfect One you would take issue with whatever you could think of. Perhaps you would bring every resource to bear on that Knight to pull him down. That would somehow feel good. To hurt him . . . prove him wrong. The one you had dreamt about. The one you were waiting for. The one you just can't believe in. To make his love for you false would feel like . . . victory . . . and also like loss. But you would have to try . . .if he is truly awesome, he can resist your influence, you think.
In point of fact, you idiots, you want what you don't want. You want something that cannot exist: a man that constantly transforms into something greater than he was every two hours, or every few minutes. Give or take.
And you expect that, while all your feminine gifts disappear in your paranoid search to Make the Man You Have prove that he is Worth Your Highness, your superman will gracefully and perpetually ignore your continuous paranoia, hostility and psychosis and maintain his perfect composure and even IMPROVE his stature in the face of your (ostensibly) Loving Challenges.
Fact is: men don't really care that much. Not as much as your Mommy or your Daddy cares about you, or ever could.
If he says he loves you out of his own expression - without prompting or solicitation, he means it.
If you demand that he say so, one way or the other, you have ruined it.
Love is a gift. Not an obligation.
Use and trust your intuition. Believe in yourself. Let it come to you. You will know if your feelings about yourself are clear and honest.
If you demand or beg or plead for love from a man, you will find yourself crying. If not immediately, then later. Begging and pleading mean that you don't trust him, or you are a total sucker.
Men are not dolls or pets. Your dolls HAVE to love you. You probably squeeze your cats too hard, thinking that they are overwhelmed with bliss and are overjoyed by the full force and strength of your love. In fact, they are irritated and want you to put them down. YOU want to be over-squeezed, over-loved; you want to be SO lovable that no-one can stand but to love you, that love should surge from every eye you meet, that your name be sung by unicorns, that you are put down in books of lore and remembered as a Joy to Everyone.
Your Own Baby will love you like that, for a time, and that's the only way you can get what you want.
Your fantasies are beyond ridiculous. You are flesh and blood. Your men are flesh and blood. A man cannot fill the void. Nothing can. Except for your babies.
Your purpose is to generate love, and as such, you will always feel a love-vacuum around you, but guess what: it's not his fault.
He will always love you at least a little, if not significantly. Maybe a whole, whole lot.
But he can't love you like you want to love yourself. And you'd never let him prove it, even if he did.
Would you?