I Need Validation From Men to Be Happy

It's just the way it is! I need compliments the way other people need their bags of chips. I only feel like a complete woman when men turn their heads to look at me. That's why lots of dollars go every month into new clothes, the hairdresser, the beautician and well-known perfume chains. I love getting a new wardrobe and dressing up so that the world of men notices me.

I have an Instagram account and Facebook is my second home. My phone camera and I are best friends. I post at beautiful places like there's no tomorrow and put my new photos up right away.

I need validation from men so I know how great I am. When my girlfriend, my mother or women in general say something to me, I don't care, or I can't accept it at all. Mostly it's a lie anyway, and besides, it's completely uninteresting to me.

The looks and comments of a man matter more to me than anything else.

My Life Doesn't Work Without Compliments

When it comes to dating, all I care about is getting lots of compliments. I need men like my daily bread. But one alone isn't enough for me, because he quickly becomes routine. New male acquaintances are important to me again and again, because they give me the feeling of being a great woman.

I love it when they start to blush or melt in front of me. I flutter my stick-on lashes and I know exactly what they're thinking. I feel the constant stares. They wander to my pushed-up, provocatively displayed cleavage.

Men are so easy to read when they date a woman. A male companion is a weekly must-have for me, something I absolutely want to experience. I like them all, as long as they're well groomed.

I Need Validation From Men Much More Than My Girlfriends Do

Most of my girlfriends are different. They have their steady relationships and slouch around at home like a frump. They don't take proper care of themselves anymore and live on pizza delivery. That's not my world. I look for men on dating sites and put my best photos up there.

In the morning and in the evening I check who has written me something nice today. They fall over themselves praising my great bust, my hair and my beautiful blue eyes. What a flawless complexion, which I conjured up with filters.

Men don't understand this fake world. They're simply wired. They want to date a woman to get her into bed right away. Women and men tick differently. That's what makes it so exciting for me to play with it. Week after week and month after month. My appetite for dating never fades. Reeling in new male acquaintances is almost like an addiction for me. I don't want to live without it anymore.

If the famous prince on the white horse ever shows up, I'll see whether he's brought the right shoe for me.