Waiting For Mr. Left (Interracial)
**This is Book One of the Fighting Temptation Series.**
Mr. Right...shouldn't it be Mr. Left? Since on your right hand is where the engagement ring goes, and the left ,the wedding ring. I don't just want to get engaged, I want to be married to my, perfect for me, Mr. Left. Handsome and intelligent, fun and spontaneous, adventurous and ambitious, humble and loyal, pampers me and loves me for me, and finally GREAT IN BED!! Hallelujah praise be to God!
Being a 29 year old virgin waiting for Mr. Left is not easy. Especially with all the fine specimens of men roaming the earth, and all your girlfriends taking about who rocked their boat the night before. I'd be happy if someone would even glanced at the dock. Its not that I'm against sex before marriage, its your prerogative. I just want my husband to be the only man in all the world to have me. I don't want to be tainted my other men. I know, I'm old fashioned. People tell me all the time. I'm a romantic. I want to be courted, and not in some bar or a club. I want him to be sure that it is me he wants and I want to be sure that he's the one for me. I want him to prove himself worthy of me because apparently, I'm a rare breed. Not my words.
But nowadays seems like I'm invisible. All these ladies with their weaves and makeup on and there's plain Ol' me no makeup and natural hair. I'm not ugly...at least I don't think so. But I guess compared to the vast array of contoured and made up faces, I get phased out. I mean...why do I have to wear all that crap on my face to be noticed? Why do I have to wear a weave or perm my beautiful curls to look like some warped version of barbie? Why can't get noticed and be me at the same time?
Well, this is not some debate on to make up or not to make up. This is my story to finding Mr. Left, as told by a damn near 30 year old virgin...Lord Help Me. I feel sorry for everyone reading this, ya'll are not prepared what goes through my mind on a daily basis.