6 days

Forget love – I’d rather fall in chocolate! ~Sandra J. Dykes


Okay, really, who I am kidding? I’ll admit it – I’m growing tired of wearing the cynical hat. It doesn’t look good on me.

“But how will I know who my soul mate is?”

“By taking risks. By risking failure, disappointment, disillusion, but never ceasing in your search for Love. As long as you keep looking, you will triumph in the end.” ~Paul Coelho

Honestly, I can’t wait for the day I meet a fabulous guy, have a whirlwind romance, run off and elope, and then have the world’s cutest babies. No matter how hard I try to convince myself, I will not be okay merely becoming a crazy cat lady or a single mom by conscious choice.

No matter what heartache I’ve seen thus far, no matter I’ve never experienced anything even close to unconditional love, I can’t stop myself from believing he exists, has got to be out there somewhere, and that he’s going to turn up in my 30s, hopefully early, 30s. (He’s welcome to still show up in my 20s, but he doesn’t have much time left, so I’ll let him off the hook.)

My hope is that . . . he’ll like to cook.

He’ll help me eat healthy and encourage me to reach my weight goals, but won’t berate me when I want an extra helping of ice cream or if the weight never comes off.

He’ll let me indulge in all my crazy reality TV obsessions, and will even take part and enjoy some of the shows himself.

He’ll like to read, and our favorite part of the day will be in the evening, right before bed, where side by side we’ll quietly enjoy our own books.

After dinner, we’ll sometimes take walks in the neighborhood and talk about anything or everything, or maybe even nothing at all.

He’ll hold the door for me and will take care of all the car maintenance.

He’ll love the holidays and get excited when it’s time to put up the Christmas tree, and will happily suffer through endless Christmas carols and cheesy holiday movies because they make me happy.

He’ll let me be a little messy around the house and won’t sweat the small stuff.

And, folks, as we know, it’s almost all small stuff.

Most importantly – the big stuff – I hope, no, I know, he’ll respect me and listen to me, he’ll be loyal to me and support me like no one has ever before. He’ll be kind and genuine and will make me laugh and smile so much, I will grow to love the laugh-lines on my face because they will remind me of him and all the joy and happiness we share.

Those big things are the things I will not settle for anything less on; the rest will just be icing on the cake.

Comments

  1. Wondering how you feel about this list today

Speak Your Mind

*

%d bloggers like this: