| He is kind to me, and considerate of my needs. His laughter lifts my spirits and brings vivacity to my days. His smile is that of an impish schoolboy, but his soul is that of a man. He encourages my child-like curiosity, and indulges my fantastical fancies. He appreciates my enigmatic qualities, and finds my paradoxical nature intoxicating…best of all; he loves me because of these qualities, not in spite of them! Just as I will love him for who he is, and not feel the need to try change him! |
| I am not looking for "the perfect man", because Lord knows I am not the "perfect woman" - in spite of what some men would say! I honestly think the "perfect man" does not exist- just the man who is perfect for me; whose strengths begin where mine end, and whose weaknesses start where my strengths pick up...the "yin" to my "yang" so to speak. Together, we are two halves of the same whole, each the missing piece to the puzzle that is the other's life! |
| So what is this man like? He is patriotic, and (right or wrong!) believes that America is still the best country on Earth! He is adventurous, without being reckless (swimming in the ocean during a rainstorm = adventurous; swimming in the ocean during a lightening storm = reckless)...He is well-read, without being pretentious...He is sophisticated, without being snobbish (like Bass Ale!)...He is hard-working, without being a workaholic...and he trusts because he is the type of man others trust. He is a man of Faith, with a strong faith in God; and a man of actions not words. |
| He is proud and strong in public, but has secrets about him that only I know; like the fact that he is self-conscious about his looks or that he enjoys Disney movies...and when the time comes for me to take his keys because he has had too much to drink, the fight he puts up is just a show of machismo to save face among his buddies...He also owns a dictionary, and is willing to consider the idea of asking for directions when he is lost...He also owns a dictionary, and is willing to consider the idea of asking for directions when he is lost. |
| He is chivalrous. He opens doors for me because I have a bad arm, not becuase he is sexist; and offers me the first Margarita from the blender, before they start to melt...He not only knows how I drink my Martinis but how to properly mix one, too. And he knows what color my eyes are because he actually looks at them! |
| If he cannot tell the difference between Brahms and Beethoven, he at least pretends he does so I don't feel over-educated. For the same reason, he does not ask me why I have 12 different Tchaikovsky CD's with the exact same pieces on each...He knows that as much as I love what Savatage does to classical arrangements, it still does not qualify as "dinner music"... |
| He has a life of his own, away from me, our alone time making us a stronger couple. He is willing to try new things for my sake, but is open enough to admit if he didn't enjoy the experience (Geology is not for everyone!)...He is confident enough to let me into his Man Cave, when I come bearing beer and sandwiches; and knows that "Do you want me to leave you alone now?" is NOT a trick question, and that answering "Yes" will not offend me... |
| (Oh, one last thing…he needs to be over the age of 29. I am no Mrs. Robinson! And if you have to ask what that means, you are way too young for me!!) |
