I manifested the ultimate plot twist: Rejecting successful suitors

Hello, Gorgeous!

The plot twist is here.

This is the goodbye to my old life 99%. 

Single.

I have moved on with Cashmere in a new luxurious estate and am officially enjoying being single. On paper. Not it’s complicated. Not come back in six months with a ring and I’ll say yes. Single. 

After formally tendering my resignation and being tired of his nonsense, I called it quits with a soft ghost on my ex. It is time to say goodbye. 

The truth is every other night I get proposed to by a new man. 

Yes, I go out that much with my girls. I am always sober.

It is always the first few drinks the man has where they attempt to convince me to stay with them forever. To sign property in my name. Until they text a random number I gave them instead of my own the next day.

What’s a girl to do when none of these men are in their right mind?

Sure, you can get me the rock that can blind a star from outer space. But it’s not enough for me these days.

Can he sacrifice the world for me? Is showing up and providing your idea of fatherhood? That’s bare minimum.

My expectations have gotten higher and more substantial as I have grown older. There was nothing emotionally faulty with my last relationship. It was the tangibles.

Women supply the intangibles. Men provide the tangibles. 

I found myself doing both jobs of the man and woman every night coming home to a miserable man, so I moved. Into a haven of purely my own making. 

There were ups and downs, but this is the most fulfilled I have been in ages. I think it is because my identity capital is something I built solely on my own. 

As a serial monogamer, I used to feel whole when participating in a relationship. But this time I was the only one bringing anything of sizeable value to the table. My heart, my healthy youthful body, and paycheck.

This time I want to be taken care of.

My past sweetheart could not afford to live in a nicer apartment as I could, so I went out and acquired it on my own. He had me trapped living in a roach-infested nightmare, because he did not want to spend 50/50 on an apartment he could not afford. 

This was one of the many things he held me back from. Smiling. Travelling internationally or at all. Having a good time. Going on dates. Him meeting my loved ones. There is more to the list everyday. Including such simple things as eating.

I could not breathe at home or anywhere with him. So many rules and an inordinate amount of control. It created isolation from my own self he fell in love with in the first place.

Even though I could live nicely on my own, I gave him grace and he saw how he endlessly held me back. 

I had to leave for my own freedom and go back to my regular standard of living. I live a nice life. Why shouldn’t I want someone on my level to supplement the same things I am used to? 

Why do I have to regress because someone else is behind? It will ruin your life to bring yourself to a lower level. Nothing good comes of this except resentment even if he does make it one day.

I am constantly told I can do better. 

By women, friends, family, and even stranger men who are exceptionally successful. Sometimes the men who are successful communicate this directly. They also feel they are not good enough for me. Which is probably true. 

‘Gia, you’re too feminine. You need a masculine in your life.’

I was told this by a handful of men.

There are endless droves of unhealed people out there who are ready and I have too much heart and willingness to take them in. But my loved ones pointed out on various occasions this needs to stop. 

You have no business taking care of others who do not need you. If they hold you back, level up without them. Sometimes you need to separate to elevate.

In other words, be absolutely useless to men. 

Since the day I did my cousin’s hair, I knew I was a girl’s girl. 

There were times I acted out of character and it hurt not only me, but the wonderful women around me who held me up. I vowed long ago to never do that again.

In my phone, I always make sure to have more women’s phone numbers than men’s. I do not associate with males unless they are taken and I personally know their partners. 

There is no use in talking with someone who does not speak your language. The female language. Correspondence is quite limiting otherwise.

Not that I am misandrious. 

No, no, no. Men are fabulous and belong in the world for many reasons. They are our other half when they earn the privilege to be. However, those men are quiet and humble knowing their place in life.

Gentlemen will never want you to lift a finger. Especially since I had my nails done for the first time in 4 years. 

In my last relationship, I have never been asked to Zelle someone so many times in my life. Ever. By anyone. 

Why don’t you have your own money? 

Why don’t you manage your money well? 

I do. 

We all do. 

Why should you take what’s mine when you have the time to go to the bank yourself? What makes you special? 

As a man, you ask for too much. 

Especially from a woman. 

Grow. Up. 

I do not believe in blocking people unless they are really trying to irritate me, so I leave the door closed and unlocked. Simply put, I am so tired of giving too much when I do not need to and feeling used.

Peaceful life is a luxurious life.

I am having so much fun

• Tailoring my clothes
• Decorating my dream apartment with exquisite furniture
• Spoiling my fluffy American Shorthair cat, Cashmere
• Building my business brick by brick
• Saying hello to my girlfriends just because
• Finding new restaurants to enjoy
• Meeting new people
• Planning countless trips abroad
• Becoming healthier in every single way
• Cooking new recipes
• Finding solutions for my clients
• Learning boundless new topics
• Making myself beautiful inside and out

The list is neverending and I love it. 

Some might think this life is dull. But I am treasuring it every step of the way, because it has been so long since I have been able to think of myself and only myself. 

I like my space.

Mr. Yousmellsogood (that’s what I’ll call him on here, because he kept repeating it to me) says how he can’t see me as much as he wants because of his significant responsibilities. But I really love my space. This is why I love busy men. Those with a clear purpose and nothing to stop them. Same as me.

On the dating scene, I have found many Mr. Rights.

At this big age, everyone is successful. Everyone wants to give me vacations in tropical luxury resorts. Buy me designer this and that. Pay for all my bills and rest my feet on their bag whilst on all fours. 

What I want is someone who fits.

I’m looking for a husband. Not in a rush at all, so no pressure, ladies! 

As a friend of a friend said,

I’m in a rush but not in a rush. But I’m in a rush.

I felt his sentiment in my core and knew precisely what he meant. He wants to find the one as soon as possible so he can start his third life as a husband and family man in that order. 

The plot twist here is I learnt from my past mistakes.

I do not need to be coupled right away and love the measure of taking things slow. In my past life, I rushed. But when you know you know, you know? 

Even if you know, it is good to get to know someone and live your dreams together. Basique.

After the roller coaster I have been through, 

I do not want to jump from relationship to relationship as I did before. As stated before, I like my space. I am relishing it.

I take great pleasure in the fact that a relationship could potentially not work at all. The God’s honest truth.

Ask yourself if it is the pheromones speaking and see you how you feel after ovulation. 

That is another rationale why I am taking this process not so seriously yet considering a relationship in earnest. Time is our friend. We do not want to get carried away. 

Ladies, think clearly. Take a moment to sleep on any decision. Pray. Ask around. Ask yourself as objectively as possible before jumping into anything that could hurt. 

Multiple parties could be involved and need to be considered. My future children. That is where his mind is. A couple nannies, a housekeeper, and me to kindly order them around in Tagalog. 

A new world

See where things go. Do not get your hopes up at first chemistry, because it could end in flames. It is early. This time, I am going to keep affairs as private as I can. Move in silence. Vaguely. 

You get what you wish for.

The funny thing is every night I see my girls–several times a week–we cheer in the car about the dream man we want. I tell them exactly what I wish for and he makes an appearance in a few moments. I am not joking or exaggerating.

I have come to realise how real manifestation is yet still say no to any advances, because it does not feel right yet. They say

The right thing at the wrong time is the wrong thing.

Aware that I might think differently tomorrow, I still consider myself single for a good while. Enjoying the moment never hurt anybody.

I have always been good at manifesting my dreams without realising it, so I should probably start to be more conscious of attracting all of this. Saying all I want aloud. It works. I dare you to try it. 

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