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The absence of the ring on his fingers made him look three times more attractive and promising, the first time we laid eyes on each other. He was clad in his khaki colored Bermuda shorts and white t-shirt, all sweaty from running around in the park playing with kids. Nothing melts my heart than watching a man, who show the simplest act of kindness like opening the door for old folks, or helping them with the overhead baggage, or a man fooling around with little kids in a non-pedophile manner. Of course, everybody loves a person who is kind. He’s kind the kindness reflects in his eyes every time our eyes lock in a gaze.

Strong and silent accept when there is the need to communicate, and when we do, we’d be able to talk about nothing or everything. An old man once told me that the secret to the longevity and happiness in a marriage, is good communication, great conversations and are able to laugh together, not at each other. He was married to his wife for more than 3 decades and they still sneak off together for a quiet date. He’d hold her hands when crossing the road. I just love watching them together. So yes, my man is a good conversationist. Feel good conversations gets him everywhere, including the G spot. It’s something for us to hold on to, after the body starts to hit past half-life decay.

He is intelligent yet down to earth and definitely not a megalomaniac. He submits to the Higher Being, live righteously or at least attempts to do so. Spirituality is kind of a sexy trait to me. Hmm….maybe I’m not alone in this. Obviously those who scream “God oh God, don’t stop….god” was being spiritual even at the time when they are suppose to loose their minds.

We have utmost respect for each other and even though we disagree with something, we’d try to work our way around it, compromise otherwise sacrifice. Or we would simply agree to disagree, not attempting to change each other to the point of damaging the beautiful relationship. I accept his short cummings ...I mean, shortcomings, as much as he accepts mine. After all, the perfect man or women, the perfect relationships only exist in our minds. The moment I gave up looking for the perfect man, I found a man who, together, we are perfect for each other.

Occasionally we fight but the making up makes us just want to fight for the heck of making up. Companionship is hard to come by. When one finds it, should try to keep it as long as one can. Occasionally, we will go about doing our own thing, so that we will have the time and space enough to miss each other. Some may call that the rubber band effect, but I'd call it just what it is, needing me-time and space. Besides, men don't like anything that spells rubber.

I would caress his hair and sing him to sleep whenever insomnia prevails. He would offer a simple gesture such as offering me a back rub or massage my feet whenever fatigue envelops me. Sometimes, I would cuddle up to him when I feel down and out, when I feel that the world is caving in on me…and he’d offer me his strong shoulder to cry on…and a strong arm that wraps around me, warm yet tender and he would know that that is the most rotten time to offer me any solution. For that sacred moment, all I would need is a strong shoulder and a good patient ear to relief my emotions…a true friend. And I know that he knows that I'd do the same for him when he needs to mend his ego.

We would go dancing sometime or perhaps catch a movie. He would occasionally surprise me with cooking for us, nothing sexier than a man cooking for his woman. Then we’d go to bed, reading, or browsing the net, exchanging thoughts. We would sneak quietly into the kitchen to look for food after making love, then go back to sleep only to wake up to make love all over again, wake up late on Sunday mornings…lazing around after breakfast in bed…it just makes it a perfect Sunday morning. Wait, perfect would be lazing around in bed with the one you love, on a Sunday morning, in one of those mornings that looks like it’ll last all afternoon.

It’s mandatory that we stay honest, loyal to each other, and trust each other simply because they are part of the pillars of any good, long lasting relationships. And when we are old, we’ll just hold hands and sit on a bench and watch the sun set…


Ah well, love is just love. Marriage on the other hand is about love with good timing. Marriage,to me is when two people in love are committed to one another for as long as it will take, exchanges their vows with each other, witnessed by God. It's not just a piece of paper people sign, it is beyond that. In fact, the paper have got nothing much apart from legal reasons with marriage. It is possible for two people committed in a relationship to outlast and outshine any marriages. (maybe it has something to do with the absence of in laws?) The problem is, we think that we can choose who we fall in love with….

My problem however, is totally a different one. The man I just told you about…well…..I just haven’t met him yet.

Please take a listen to this wonderful song in this video...it gives me the daisy effect, each time I listen to it :-D