I am not the least bit romantic. I often feel like romantic gestures are a bunch of phoney balogny hooey put on for effect or show, because I have met a few men who wanted to play Don Juan with roses and champaign then act like douche bags and leave me hanging when I really needed someone.
I am not looking for a partner anymore, and most likely someone would have to hold a gun to my head to get me to reconsider. However if I DID want a man, I want him to be mister reliable. The kind of guy that will sit in a hospital waiting room for hours when I need to go to the emergency room. The kind of guy who will help dry the dishes or fix a leaky faucet. I wouldn’t care if all he had was an old rickety pick up truck, I would be so happy to see him show up every day when he promised he would. If I broke down and needed my hero, my heart would just swoon when I saw his old pick up chugging toward me to save me. I can’t have kids but , you know I would want the kind of guy that would change a diaper and push a stroller. I like big burly guys so right now I have a tear in my eye while envisioning some biker looking 300 pound gorilla pushing a stroller or holding a puppy. Yep, I always thought I’d find my teddy bear, mister reliable. I want someone that is predictable and steady like a rock, dependable as the sun rising in the morning. I want to believe in him with my whole heart that I can depend on him to be there when the going gets tough, when the money runs out, when the house caves in. My dream boat would be my constant when nothing else is, and we’d pick up the pieces and move on together. There no matter what. When the whole world has me surrounded, there would always at least be one person on my side.
I want to be the same way too.