A Wed Wose....How Ordinawy
I'm itching for romance.
I want to be in Barnes & Noble, sipping an espresso and perusing various enthralling tomes of enlightenment, when dude approaches me. He would be in his 30s but still very keen on comfort and dressing like a ragamuffin. Maybe he'd dress like a Dead Head. And he'd be large and totally non-buffed. He'd have dark hair, preferably long, or he'd be bald, a very pleasant lyrical voice, and he'd have soft hands to the touch, but they would carry more power than one would think by mere observation. Facial hair and eyeglasses would be definite plus.
He'd ask me if I'd like a cup of coffee (the potential dating version of this question, not the president of Burundi version) and we'd sit together discussing books and science fiction.
He'd have a wry sense of humour and would see the humour in every situation.
And he'd buy my coffee before he left the store. A couple of days later, I would receive flowers and a formal request that we go on a date. And our dates would be comfortable, full of laughter and philosophy, and hopelessly awash in Uber-Geekery.
He'd be an exceptional and patient lover and would want to dress me up like his own personal doll. He'd be vocal in his love of me, the kind that shouts to the world about his newfound love. He'd be the one quite intent on maintaining my safety and well-being. He wouldn't just be my lover, he'd be my best friend.
I would love to feel utterly overwhelming surrender when he wraps his large arms around me, enclosing me in his abundant body. He would send me cards, candy, flowers, what have you. He'd alway be touching me through the night, just to affirm his presence and make certain of mine.
With this dream man, I'd be unconditionally safe, loved, and brought high before onlookers. He'd make music for me and nurture me without smothering. He'd be the kind of man who places his arm around me in stores. And he'd shower me with gifts, just because. He would want a handfasting outdoors before the witness of the trees.
He'd have a Celtic soul and Sci-Fi spirit.
I have never been romanced. I've never been approached by a man. What little experience I have in relationships leaves me very unsure as to whether or not I'll ever manifest such a beautiful, romantic male as described above. Despite the fact that I've lost hope of this happening, I still sometimes long for it. I'm not sure if I'm melancholy about all the time I've lost or if I'm subconsciously babying a seed of hope that, someday, my prince will come.
I want to be in Barnes & Noble, sipping an espresso and perusing various enthralling tomes of enlightenment, when dude approaches me. He would be in his 30s but still very keen on comfort and dressing like a ragamuffin. Maybe he'd dress like a Dead Head. And he'd be large and totally non-buffed. He'd have dark hair, preferably long, or he'd be bald, a very pleasant lyrical voice, and he'd have soft hands to the touch, but they would carry more power than one would think by mere observation. Facial hair and eyeglasses would be definite plus.
He'd ask me if I'd like a cup of coffee (the potential dating version of this question, not the president of Burundi version) and we'd sit together discussing books and science fiction.
He'd have a wry sense of humour and would see the humour in every situation.
And he'd buy my coffee before he left the store. A couple of days later, I would receive flowers and a formal request that we go on a date. And our dates would be comfortable, full of laughter and philosophy, and hopelessly awash in Uber-Geekery.
He'd be an exceptional and patient lover and would want to dress me up like his own personal doll. He'd be vocal in his love of me, the kind that shouts to the world about his newfound love. He'd be the one quite intent on maintaining my safety and well-being. He wouldn't just be my lover, he'd be my best friend.
I would love to feel utterly overwhelming surrender when he wraps his large arms around me, enclosing me in his abundant body. He would send me cards, candy, flowers, what have you. He'd alway be touching me through the night, just to affirm his presence and make certain of mine.
With this dream man, I'd be unconditionally safe, loved, and brought high before onlookers. He'd make music for me and nurture me without smothering. He'd be the kind of man who places his arm around me in stores. And he'd shower me with gifts, just because. He would want a handfasting outdoors before the witness of the trees.
He'd have a Celtic soul and Sci-Fi spirit.
I have never been romanced. I've never been approached by a man. What little experience I have in relationships leaves me very unsure as to whether or not I'll ever manifest such a beautiful, romantic male as described above. Despite the fact that I've lost hope of this happening, I still sometimes long for it. I'm not sure if I'm melancholy about all the time I've lost or if I'm subconsciously babying a seed of hope that, someday, my prince will come.