Maybe you aren’t a violent would-be sex offender.
Maybe you are a nice guy with a libido.
Maybe you actually do respect women.
Maybe you can see my brains and my spirit in addition to my body too.
Maybe you can be a real friend.
Maybe you’ll stand by me longer than a night or two.
But consider this,
I live in a world full of the men that you are not.
I’ve grown up with them, studied with them,
worked with them and even been involved with some of them.
It is them all as far as my eyes can see.
But you want me to believe that in all this trash, you exist too,
because you are worth it, worth every bit of that faith.
Then, my dear, you’re going to have to try much harder to find me and to convince me,
Because I’m worth it too.