The daily post.
Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.
In all my years of searching for a man of note.
What would I do if I actually met him?
The man that could listen to Jazz tunes with me. That would prefer drinking coffee to beer. That would actually be able to cook because I don’t want to. The one that would not have an issue with the fact that I’m not a housewife’s backside.
The man that dresses well. That smells good. That has good fore arms, and hands that knows hard work. The man that can help me in my DIY endeavours, and that would be there when I need him to be there.
Be it for muscle, a shoulder, a hand to hold, a back to climb in behind.
The man that would open doors for me, that would get up from his seat when I enter a room. That would wait for me to be seated, and before he starts eating.
A gentlemen. And a gentle man.
Would I be good for a man such as this?
Would I be able to uphold his gentlemanly behaviour? Would I graciously fit into the role of a cherished woman? Would I be what he wants to come back to at night. What he would want to see each morning on waking?
Would I pass muster with such a man? Would he even WANT to spend time with me?
Looking at the person I am – I have to wonder. Would he find my strident voice offensive. My opinions abrasive. My outspokenness embarassing? My dress sense lacking? My abhorrence to make up irritating?
Could I be a lady? Would he accept me, even if I was not? Could such a man be all I want, and allow me to be all I can?
One has to wonder…
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