This is a excerpt from my journal from 5/17/07. I wrote it as the sun went down on my sisters balcony after a phone call from a old friend. It was a moment when I realized certain people needed to live in my past and with this inspiration I wrote this entry that I love to reread and felt like sharing.
The Man of My Dreams.
The man of my dreams wears Levi's, sometimes white t-shirts, and possibly the occasional ball cap.
He will be my fishing buddy; complete with glow in the dark bobbers, my drinking buddy; even if it's with all his boys, and my best friend so that we can talk till all hours of the morning. He'll be able to handle it if I beat him at darts, pool, poker, dice, ping-pong, tennis, air hockey, bowling, checkers, or hopscotch, but he'll give me a run for my money and win sometimes.
He won't try to fix me when I'm mad. He'll fight back because he knows it won't matter tommorrow when we'll talk about something else. He'll know that "I love you" doesn't win arguements. He may possibly cry when he hurts, but this does not include: "my daddy didn't love me enough", "you're such a bitch", or "I'm a little pansy boy with emotions".
Romance will be sitting out on the porch wrapped up in a blanket listening to the night, or out on a river bank on the tailgate of a truck with a six pack, just laying on the couch watching movies, fishing or frog giggin after dark, spending the afternoon floating in a intertube, muddin, and watching bonfires, sunsets and stars.
I don't care if he plays a instrument. I like fast cars, but boys usually drive them. Men work on old cars can afford nice Harleys, and appreciate a nice four wheel drive. I don't care if he went to college, but he dream and a job. He needs to atleast be able to support himself. It's okay if he want to take care of me, my Dad likes that, but he needs to know that I can take care of myself. I have my own dreams and ambitions and nobody tells me what I can and can't do. I'll do the same for him because I'm not looking for a pet I need a partner.
I have come to understand all boys lie. It's some type of protection mechanism. He should never have to lie about a girl or where he's been. Cheating is unforgiveable. It's something you can only do if you don't care and I need him to give a damn. with that said flirting is NOT cheating.
He must love animals and babies. That's not because I'm ready to have them I just want that door to be open for someday.
Above information is subject to variation but pretty much holds true.
Three and a half months later the above described man walked into my life and promised never to walk out.
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