"What I Really Want" Series- Volume 2
Relationship and Family Dream List
THE MAN
A few years from now, I know exactly where I will be relationship-wise. I will be married to the love of my life. He will look tough and rugged and manly, he will be tan/dark-skinned and have dark hair. This has always been the type of man I have been attracted too. He will be of the tough guy/family man variety. I have always pictured myself with this sort of man. Like my Uncle Ron and Uncle Rod. I know that I am a great catch. I am one of the few women who actually want a man who sits on the couch....watches sports and yells obscenities at the TV while knocking back a cold one, a man who plays poker with the boys once a week. Within reason of course, if I'm standing in front of you in my sexiest lingerie and you just want to "watch the game," then you're an idiot. This is not that type of man I want.
....I will come from a long day at work and school, about 7 o'clock at night. I walk in the door to our house or apartment....and there he is watching Monday Night Football. Dolphins vs. Texans. He, being an intelligent man who isn't completely mesmerized by men who fight each other for a ball, realizes I have walked in the door. He comes over to me, picks me up and gives me a big kiss. He says, "I missed you today, and I'm really fucking hungry, what are we eating?" "I don't know, what're you cooking?" He laughs. "I know what I want to eat..." and he playfully bites at my neck. I giggle and moan a little at the same time, "Oh no, that's dessert baby." "Best damn dessert a man can have, where's the number for Pizza Hut?" He orders the pizza and we sit down on the couch and watch some of the game. We laugh at the idiocy of the announcers, yell at the refs, cheer for our teams......the door bell rings. He shuts off the game and we go to the table and eat our pizza. While we're eating we're laughing and talking about our day. He talks about work...maybe he's a mechanic, or a construction worker, or a police officer, or a wrestler (holy fuck, what a dream huh?), or an artist, or a teacher, or a musician....whatever it is, he has a lot going on in his life. We talk about my work as well, school (since I'm getting a Master's I'll probably still be there)......all the bullshit in our day, and we laugh about the stupidity of our co-workers and peers. We talk about our respective families and what's going on with them....maybe one day having one of our own. We laugh and joke around and flirt. I feel completely comfortable with him. I don't have to have a college graduate.....hell, as you've seen...I don't even have to have one who speaks my language. But, he understands me, and he adores my quirks and intracisies (sp?!). My passion for life, my absolute fanaticism about wrestling (hell, hopefully he'll be a wrestling fan himself, or at least be open to it), my adoration of musicals. I'm able to break out into song, and be my goofy self around him.....which I don't feel comfortable being around anyone else right now. (Except of Tara, she and I would break out into song at random moments all the time.) We finish our pizza and walk back into the livingroom and we put on a DVD....knowing us, probably a comedy. A Lewis Black DVD, South Park, Friday, Men In Black, Austin Powers, Shrek.....something fun and full of laughter. A lay in head his lap, one of my favorite places in the world. He strokes my hair....puts his hand in mine. We laugh at the movie and we look at each other at just the right moment. He looks down at me, and I up at him and I lift myself up and we kiss. Passionately, but gently. I sit up some more and our tongues playfully dance with each other, teasing...flirting. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me harder against his mouth and I get that flip-flop feeling in my stomach.....that feeling that lets me know that I'm incredibly turned on. Anything can trigger it, the right words......the right movements.....a passionate kiss....a man's uncontrolled passion. A take the hint and straddle him, my sexy legs swinging over his body. My hands run down his chest and I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head. He immediately goes for my neck.....that one spot there that makes me weak in the knees, I become completely relaxed and overcome with pleasure, my fingernails dig into his muscular arms and he knows he has me. He picks me up.....kissing me, making me moan under his touch all the way to the bedroom. Here he lays me down, my chest heaving, up....and down...my eyes full with brazen desire and me makes love to right there. Not fuck......make love. The love of my life is the man I want to make love to me, not fuck me....
That's the kind of relationship I want right there. That fun, witty banteresque, I-can-be-kinda-one-of-the-guys-and-still-be-viewed-as-a-woman kind of relationship. My man is gonna respect women. Hopefully he'll have lived on his own prior to meeting me and he will not be looking for a mama.....he will be looking for a woman. We will have a 100/100 relationship, where we each give our all, with complete love and respect. He knows I am not there to be his maid and whore. He can do his own wash, and cook dinner every other night. He can clean the bathroom sink with his disgusting little stubble hair in it....and take out the garbage. We both support each other in whatever we want to do with our lives, and when one of us isn't happy with something in our lives.....we talk about it and do support each other in being happy. If there's a major crisis in our family, we discuss it and what is best to be done. We communicate, that's the most important thing.....and both of us makes the big decisions, and we talk it out until we reach a decision or compromise. We don't have big fights where we hurt each other with words on purpose, try to one-up each other with insults....unless we're joking around. ("You're such a pig" "Takes one to know one" "We can go make each other squeal..." kind joking shit. Hehehe... ;) )
We will both work hard for the benefit of our family. We'll go out and have fun every once a while.....dancing, bowling, to a museum, paintballing, hunting, fishing....
But, we'll be just as happy in each other's company at home watching TV. We will have lives outside the family, go on trips and visits to friends and go out without each other...but we'll miss each while we're gone. In fact, I think that the perfect way to keep the romance alive and make sure you don't get bored with each other. When things start to get predictable, one of ya go away for a few days, and then when you come back...you've missed each other and it's "let's make up for lost time and fuck like rabbits and talk afterwards" all over again!
In my relationship, we will be completely into each other....and we won't want to get out of each other's company for too long, because the things we give each other are things no one else could ever give us. No one could love me anymore than he, and no one could love him more than I. It has to be that way, otherwise why bother? Why the fuck bother? This is man is out there for me, and if it's meant to be then one day we will find each other.
THE FAMILY
I know that someday I want to have kids, I want to be married when I have kids. I could do without...but this is about what I really want. And, that's what I really want. I want to have at least 4 kids, probably more. My perfect-for-me husband and I will raise our children with outstanding love and guidance. We will teach them to care for their fellow men and be confident in who they are. We will teach them that life isn't fair, but it should be. That's the part people forget. Everyone says when one complains, "Well, life isn't fair." No, it's not....but it should be. And, it's our job to make life more fair...for us and for future generations. We will be open with them about everything in the appropriate time, and I will enstill in them the importance of loyalty to those you love.
Mama and I will still be very close, and we will talk at least once a week. I will take my children and we will visit her and Patrick often. Eventually Patrick will grow up enough and after Mama is gone he will have to come live with me, so he and I always have to stay close, because he will always be a big part of my family. My extended family will continue to have family gatherings, even after Granny and Pappy are gone....we will still be laughing and carrying on with each other. I am determined for my kids to grow up knowing they are loved. I know that no matter what we do, we're going to do something wrong....and possibly screw them up. But, me and my husband will be the best parents we know how to be, and we will always put our kids before work.....and our marriage before our kids, because that's how it should be. The primary, most influential relationship in a child's development is not the parent/child, it's the husband/wife. I will not put my children through what I had to go through as a child, what I have to go through now. I want my children to see their parents in love, and to know they are loved. This is the way it should be for every child.
THE MAN
A few years from now, I know exactly where I will be relationship-wise. I will be married to the love of my life. He will look tough and rugged and manly, he will be tan/dark-skinned and have dark hair. This has always been the type of man I have been attracted too. He will be of the tough guy/family man variety. I have always pictured myself with this sort of man. Like my Uncle Ron and Uncle Rod. I know that I am a great catch. I am one of the few women who actually want a man who sits on the couch....watches sports and yells obscenities at the TV while knocking back a cold one, a man who plays poker with the boys once a week. Within reason of course, if I'm standing in front of you in my sexiest lingerie and you just want to "watch the game," then you're an idiot. This is not that type of man I want.
....I will come from a long day at work and school, about 7 o'clock at night. I walk in the door to our house or apartment....and there he is watching Monday Night Football. Dolphins vs. Texans. He, being an intelligent man who isn't completely mesmerized by men who fight each other for a ball, realizes I have walked in the door. He comes over to me, picks me up and gives me a big kiss. He says, "I missed you today, and I'm really fucking hungry, what are we eating?" "I don't know, what're you cooking?" He laughs. "I know what I want to eat..." and he playfully bites at my neck. I giggle and moan a little at the same time, "Oh no, that's dessert baby." "Best damn dessert a man can have, where's the number for Pizza Hut?" He orders the pizza and we sit down on the couch and watch some of the game. We laugh at the idiocy of the announcers, yell at the refs, cheer for our teams......the door bell rings. He shuts off the game and we go to the table and eat our pizza. While we're eating we're laughing and talking about our day. He talks about work...maybe he's a mechanic, or a construction worker, or a police officer, or a wrestler (holy fuck, what a dream huh?), or an artist, or a teacher, or a musician....whatever it is, he has a lot going on in his life. We talk about my work as well, school (since I'm getting a Master's I'll probably still be there)......all the bullshit in our day, and we laugh about the stupidity of our co-workers and peers. We talk about our respective families and what's going on with them....maybe one day having one of our own. We laugh and joke around and flirt. I feel completely comfortable with him. I don't have to have a college graduate.....hell, as you've seen...I don't even have to have one who speaks my language. But, he understands me, and he adores my quirks and intracisies (sp?!). My passion for life, my absolute fanaticism about wrestling (hell, hopefully he'll be a wrestling fan himself, or at least be open to it), my adoration of musicals. I'm able to break out into song, and be my goofy self around him.....which I don't feel comfortable being around anyone else right now. (Except of Tara, she and I would break out into song at random moments all the time.) We finish our pizza and walk back into the livingroom and we put on a DVD....knowing us, probably a comedy. A Lewis Black DVD, South Park, Friday, Men In Black, Austin Powers, Shrek.....something fun and full of laughter. A lay in head his lap, one of my favorite places in the world. He strokes my hair....puts his hand in mine. We laugh at the movie and we look at each other at just the right moment. He looks down at me, and I up at him and I lift myself up and we kiss. Passionately, but gently. I sit up some more and our tongues playfully dance with each other, teasing...flirting. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me harder against his mouth and I get that flip-flop feeling in my stomach.....that feeling that lets me know that I'm incredibly turned on. Anything can trigger it, the right words......the right movements.....a passionate kiss....a man's uncontrolled passion. A take the hint and straddle him, my sexy legs swinging over his body. My hands run down his chest and I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head. He immediately goes for my neck.....that one spot there that makes me weak in the knees, I become completely relaxed and overcome with pleasure, my fingernails dig into his muscular arms and he knows he has me. He picks me up.....kissing me, making me moan under his touch all the way to the bedroom. Here he lays me down, my chest heaving, up....and down...my eyes full with brazen desire and me makes love to right there. Not fuck......make love. The love of my life is the man I want to make love to me, not fuck me....
That's the kind of relationship I want right there. That fun, witty banteresque, I-can-be-kinda-one-of-the-guys-and-still-be-viewed-as-a-woman kind of relationship. My man is gonna respect women. Hopefully he'll have lived on his own prior to meeting me and he will not be looking for a mama.....he will be looking for a woman. We will have a 100/100 relationship, where we each give our all, with complete love and respect. He knows I am not there to be his maid and whore. He can do his own wash, and cook dinner every other night. He can clean the bathroom sink with his disgusting little stubble hair in it....and take out the garbage. We both support each other in whatever we want to do with our lives, and when one of us isn't happy with something in our lives.....we talk about it and do support each other in being happy. If there's a major crisis in our family, we discuss it and what is best to be done. We communicate, that's the most important thing.....and both of us makes the big decisions, and we talk it out until we reach a decision or compromise. We don't have big fights where we hurt each other with words on purpose, try to one-up each other with insults....unless we're joking around. ("You're such a pig" "Takes one to know one" "We can go make each other squeal..." kind joking shit. Hehehe... ;) )
We will both work hard for the benefit of our family. We'll go out and have fun every once a while.....dancing, bowling, to a museum, paintballing, hunting, fishing....
But, we'll be just as happy in each other's company at home watching TV. We will have lives outside the family, go on trips and visits to friends and go out without each other...but we'll miss each while we're gone. In fact, I think that the perfect way to keep the romance alive and make sure you don't get bored with each other. When things start to get predictable, one of ya go away for a few days, and then when you come back...you've missed each other and it's "let's make up for lost time and fuck like rabbits and talk afterwards" all over again!
In my relationship, we will be completely into each other....and we won't want to get out of each other's company for too long, because the things we give each other are things no one else could ever give us. No one could love me anymore than he, and no one could love him more than I. It has to be that way, otherwise why bother? Why the fuck bother? This is man is out there for me, and if it's meant to be then one day we will find each other.
THE FAMILY
I know that someday I want to have kids, I want to be married when I have kids. I could do without...but this is about what I really want. And, that's what I really want. I want to have at least 4 kids, probably more. My perfect-for-me husband and I will raise our children with outstanding love and guidance. We will teach them to care for their fellow men and be confident in who they are. We will teach them that life isn't fair, but it should be. That's the part people forget. Everyone says when one complains, "Well, life isn't fair." No, it's not....but it should be. And, it's our job to make life more fair...for us and for future generations. We will be open with them about everything in the appropriate time, and I will enstill in them the importance of loyalty to those you love.
Mama and I will still be very close, and we will talk at least once a week. I will take my children and we will visit her and Patrick often. Eventually Patrick will grow up enough and after Mama is gone he will have to come live with me, so he and I always have to stay close, because he will always be a big part of my family. My extended family will continue to have family gatherings, even after Granny and Pappy are gone....we will still be laughing and carrying on with each other. I am determined for my kids to grow up knowing they are loved. I know that no matter what we do, we're going to do something wrong....and possibly screw them up. But, me and my husband will be the best parents we know how to be, and we will always put our kids before work.....and our marriage before our kids, because that's how it should be. The primary, most influential relationship in a child's development is not the parent/child, it's the husband/wife. I will not put my children through what I had to go through as a child, what I have to go through now. I want my children to see their parents in love, and to know they are loved. This is the way it should be for every child.