I was told recently that I am used to getting my way. I've been told that before but I disagree. I'm not used to getting my way, I just have expectations. Someone once told me that if you don't have expectations then people can't disappoint you. I think that's a cop out. I don't think that there's anything wrong with having expectations, expectations are your way of letting people know what's required of them.
Men's Belt: Thrifted
Shorts: Old Navy
Bracelets: Forever 21/Sam Moon
Shoes: Jessica Simpson (Did anyone else see that Tracee Ellis Ross has these also?)
I don't expect a man to take me to four star restaurants but I do expect to go out. I want a good meal and a tasty adult beverage every now and again. We could spend a day at the park, a lunch date at Chipotle or go to a house party and get our boogie on.
I expect consistency. Consistency takes effort and shows that you are serious.
I expect a man to be my friend. I want to truly like you as a person and want to be friends with you. Friendship is also about being vulnerable and sharing your hopes and fears with someone you can trust. Someone who will be your friend when you're at your best and still there at your worst. Being vulnerable is hard for me. But once I let down my guard and share myself with you then we are officially friends.
This may seem small but my biggest expectation is having a man open the door for me. Whether we are co-workers, friends, dating, etc., I now step to the side and let the man get the door for me. But I didn't always feel that way. I was one of those "I got it" girls. "That's ok, I got it" as I opened my own car door, front door, office door and bounced on in. My ex-boyfriend and I would argue about the fact that I wouldn't wait for him to open the door for me. "I can do it" I insisted and he told me that he knew I could but if someone was willing to do it for me, then let them. He told me that if I never expected anything I would never get anything. That struck me. To this day...
I am not a materialistic woman, what kind of car you drive, where you live and where you work doesn't impress me at all. My worth isn't measured by how much money you spend at dinner but about how you treat me in the process. I want to feel special. Who doesn't?
"How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being? " ~Oscar Wilde