I like the challenge

Why is it that we like the bad boys? You know what I'm talking about. That guy that seems to ignore you yet give you just enough attention to hook you. He is condescending and sarcastic. He tells you that he is not looking for anything serious but you find yourself wanting him. In your mind this is a challenge. You want to be the one to have him. Maybe he will change for you. Yet you find yourself answering that text he sent in the middle of the night after he had a few drinks. Or answering that random call after a few weeks of being MIA. He knows you'll still let him come over. You are convincing yourself that he actually cares. You think he really wants you. You think he really wants to spend time with you. After all, he took the time to reach out. You ignore the fact that it's 3am...that he only reaches out on some weekends. So what if the last time you spoke was a week ago.

Listen here! Open your eyes! NEWS FLASH.... You were just an after thought. An easy target. An easy catch! Don't you believe that you deserve to be the first thought in his mind? To get a hello everyday? To be invited out to dinner? To be treated with respect?

That challenge is not worth your valuable time. Your body is a temple. You are worth more than rubies. A man that really wants you will show you by being interested in you and your mind at all times. Drop that challenge and pick up your self worth! Hold your head up high and be patient. God will provide!

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