Integrity

As far as maintenance goes I'm a pretty low maintenance girl. I learned a long time ago that societal expectations on relationships are rarely met. I don't expect remembrances of high holy days such as anniversaries. I don't expect a mental scrap book entailing our first movie, dinner, song, dance, etc. And I do not get jealous without reason.

I have male friends. I have female friends. I do not have sex with them. They remain anatomically incorrect to me. Occasionally, when the conversation turns that direction, flirting occurs, but they remain anatomically incorrect. I do not have the expectation that any man I am with give up his female friends simply because he is with me and they have a vagina. Nor do I expect him to not flirt with, oogle at, or generally harass a pretty girl in the way that men harass pretty girls. I assume that any man I am with is an adult and capable of not acting like a dog in inappropriate ways.

I do have one unwavering, unbending expectation. I expect unbridled honesty. Because of that expectation, I trust that the expectation is being met until proven otherwise. As far as proof goes, the burden of proof is beyond a reasonable doubt.

I have no problem whatsoever with any man I am with, "hanging out" with anyone else. Ex's, women, men, strippers, hookers, friends, animals...I have no problem. But (a) don't lie to me and tell me you weren't with them, and (b) if you fuck them and then expect to fuck me, I have a right to know. Yes, I'm going to get mad. Yes, I will probably scream and yell. But trust me, it won't last long because then I will walk away.

I don't expect you to lie to me and tell me my ass looks fabulous when it doesn't. I don't expect you to lie to me and tell me I'm not being a bitch when I'm PMSing. I don't expect you to lie to me and tell me my hair looks great when I look like a clown. I expect honesty in everything. That is how I judge honor, that is how I judge integrity. Then again, maybe I set my standards too high.