"Mad Girl Diaries" - SINsational in Seattle
- Timmery E. Turner
- May 11, 2011
- 3 min read

If there’s one thing in life that trumps my obsession for stilettos, it’s my obsession for good looking men. This is nothing new….I’ve felt this way since the tender age of two. I remember my cousin bringing home his cute pre-teen friends and me getting especially excited to grab the attention and the opportunity to sit on the lap of his good friend Clark. Clark was dreamy. Blue eyes, blonde hair, chiseled features…what wasn’t to love about a man of his stature? I would get super bashful and flirty turning on my best two year old charm I could muster up. I was a boy crazy heart breaker in training rocking my saggy diaper and miniature afro puffs. Not much has changed since then except for the fact that I no longer wear diapers (I still have a few more decades before I’m back to that fate), I prefer to rock my mane straight rather than in afro puffs, and I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak since then. But no matter how much pain and suffering my heart has endured from the opposite sex, they will always have my utmost and undivided attention. Especially if they’re equipped with dreamy eyes, a winning smile, a chiseled chest, a sense of humor, good sized feet, and some sort of depth…well, the depth only comes into play if I’m actually considering you for something worthwhile. I’ve also recently discovered that a man with some type of ambition seems to get me going like no other. Probably has something to do with the fact that I’m extremely ambitious myself, and I’m finding that men of little or no ambition cannot handle a woman of the likes of me. Besides….can’t date a dud when you’re a dime! ;)

After a week in tears caused by my most recent heartbreak, I decided I needed to go home to be with my parents for awhile. I needed a break from the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles, and I needed to get away from the grind of running my seemingly frustrating company. And more than anything I needed to let my soul recover from the trauma it had just endured from dating a very insensitive male. With my one-way ticket in hand and a suitcase full of my favorite stilettos, I was hopeful yet clueless as to what was in store for me upon my trip home. In case you were uncertain, I am from a small town called Parkland, which is outside of Tacoma, which is 45 minutes south of Seattle, Washington. Not much happens in Parkland besides meth labs, teen pregnancy, and people never getting out. This is unfair of me to say, and slightly untrue. I don’t want to depict Parkland in a negative manner. It houses some of the greatest people on this planet and holds stories of the most wonderful childhood a girl could ever ask for. It’s just not a place I could ever imagine going back to. So naturally upon my return home, I was more than compelled to spend my time in Seattle. Seattle is where the diamonds were unearthed and revealed to me in the shape of beautiful and successful men. I was in awe of the wide variety of notable men this city had to offer me, and they all seemed to be at an arm’s length reach. There they stood before me all shiny and beautiful ready to be devoured by my womanly predator ways, but as a business woman I had to just sit back, enjoy the view, and learn everything I possibly could about these fascinating creatures. There was something incredibly unique and appealing about Seattle men. They seemed to be in possession of a secret that I desired to know and to be a part of. They all seemed to have this air of confidence and realness that I had been without for so long. I really wanted to know every single one of them, but I figured that would be rather unhealthy, a tad gluttonous, and I prefer one man at a time. At least that’s the story I’m sticking to… But I did decide to get to know, pick the brains of, and share the cream of the crop of these pure joys with my beloved readers. I had the pleasure of spending time with four of Seattle’s Super Sexy and Successful men that had me taking a second glance upon first sight. Learn about these self made moguls. Find out what drives them, what heats them up, what their futures hold, and more entertaining and spicy facts. This is the part where I introduce you to Dhruva, Dorian, Max, and Jeremiah. Ladies and gays, ya’ll might need a cold shower after you meet these delectable and divine creatures….




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