Single male looking for the right lady . . .click. I know how to show a lady a good time . . . click. Looking for a sweet down to earth girl. . . .click. Look no further I’m . . .click. Nice guy with a . . . .click. Looking for . . . click. All you need. . . .click. Take a look. . . .click. I am all . . . click. I need. . .click. I want . . . click. I desire. . . click I. . . click. I. . .click. I. . . .click.
“Shut up!!!” she finally yelled at the screen blinking back at her. With a sense of growing despair she threw her head into her hands. “There is nothing attractive about beginning with what you want.” Now empowered by rage, and not caring who knew it, she penned the online ad that she would like to read.
Opening line, she thought to herself, and then her fingers flew across the keyboard. “Just in case. . .”
Body : “You are tired of every other ad talking about what the man wants. . . I’m going to ask . . .what do you want?
“Let’s be honest. Who cares if I have a six pack, am dashingly good looking in that soap opera way? Who cares if I have a well paying job and a car, house, boat, insert whatever random possessions here that make you feel good? Who cares if I like walks in the rain, snuggling with the right girl? Who cares if I always root for the underdog and stand up for my female friends? Who cares if I fall in love quickly, passionately, deeply, and won’t be shy about admitting it? Who cares that when I am in that state all I see is how beautiful you are? And who cares that I fell for you for who you are, and not what I think you can do for me, my reputation or my appearance? And who cares that this means that no matter what, I will always love you?
I don’t, because it doesn’t amount to a hill of beans if you aren’t there to show me the depth of you. I don’t, if you aren’t around to show me what I am capable of. I don’t, if your strength isn’t there to push me. If your femininity isn’t there to make me desire to be more. Challenging me with every vibrant breath you take, every passionate declaration and naïve expectation. I don’t, if your eyes aren’t on me loving me because of me, despite me. What on earth does my opinion of myself matter if I am the only one that believes it? I know self-esteem is necessary, but how can you find who would stand beside you, outside of you, if you never look outside of yourself?
I’m sorry that we’ve missed the point for so long now. Always wondering what to give, what present, what thought, what trinket or comment to temporarily sedate you into staying. When all this time all you have ever wanted is all of who we are. Good or bad, whether for this moment or always. As much as we are willing to give. And foolishly, without fail, we meet the one woman we can give all to and run away before memories can even be made. Forgive our weakness and accept this one man upon the alter of your mercy. For I will sacrifice all of who I am to one woman for the sake of us all.”
She took a long deep breath and reread her words. Once, twice. . . a few times more and imagined what this man would look like. Then she knew that it didn’t matter. This creature was a creation, merely an artifice of her own vivid imagination. Something that she would have to let go of if she ever wanted to allow an actual man in her life. She knew what men were. Not a one of them could reproduce what she had just penned.
With a sigh she headed back to the dating ads and realized that while she had been writing her own ad, someone had tried to contact her. The title of the message was, “In case you were wondering.” She blinked hard at the screen and clicked it open.
“I didn’t write you to tell you how much your profile sounds like everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m writing you to say that I haven’t ever specified or even known what I’ve wanted in a woman. I just know that if I ever had, it would most likely be you. Whoever it is I find on the other end of those words. In just a conversation, I might give all of me to all of you. What a tragically odd realization to have about a stranger.”
Tears pricked her eyes as she read the message. She clicked respond and typed. “Not exactly right, but close enough that I’m listening.”
With a sense of wonder, a hair of disbelief and an inkling that the Almighty was trying to teach her a lesson she was still stubborn about learning, she clicked send.
“Shut up!!!” she finally yelled at the screen blinking back at her. With a sense of growing despair she threw her head into her hands. “There is nothing attractive about beginning with what you want.” Now empowered by rage, and not caring who knew it, she penned the online ad that she would like to read.
Opening line, she thought to herself, and then her fingers flew across the keyboard. “Just in case. . .”
Body : “You are tired of every other ad talking about what the man wants. . . I’m going to ask . . .what do you want?
“Let’s be honest. Who cares if I have a six pack, am dashingly good looking in that soap opera way? Who cares if I have a well paying job and a car, house, boat, insert whatever random possessions here that make you feel good? Who cares if I like walks in the rain, snuggling with the right girl? Who cares if I always root for the underdog and stand up for my female friends? Who cares if I fall in love quickly, passionately, deeply, and won’t be shy about admitting it? Who cares that when I am in that state all I see is how beautiful you are? And who cares that I fell for you for who you are, and not what I think you can do for me, my reputation or my appearance? And who cares that this means that no matter what, I will always love you?
I don’t, because it doesn’t amount to a hill of beans if you aren’t there to show me the depth of you. I don’t, if you aren’t around to show me what I am capable of. I don’t, if your strength isn’t there to push me. If your femininity isn’t there to make me desire to be more. Challenging me with every vibrant breath you take, every passionate declaration and naïve expectation. I don’t, if your eyes aren’t on me loving me because of me, despite me. What on earth does my opinion of myself matter if I am the only one that believes it? I know self-esteem is necessary, but how can you find who would stand beside you, outside of you, if you never look outside of yourself?
I’m sorry that we’ve missed the point for so long now. Always wondering what to give, what present, what thought, what trinket or comment to temporarily sedate you into staying. When all this time all you have ever wanted is all of who we are. Good or bad, whether for this moment or always. As much as we are willing to give. And foolishly, without fail, we meet the one woman we can give all to and run away before memories can even be made. Forgive our weakness and accept this one man upon the alter of your mercy. For I will sacrifice all of who I am to one woman for the sake of us all.”
She took a long deep breath and reread her words. Once, twice. . . a few times more and imagined what this man would look like. Then she knew that it didn’t matter. This creature was a creation, merely an artifice of her own vivid imagination. Something that she would have to let go of if she ever wanted to allow an actual man in her life. She knew what men were. Not a one of them could reproduce what she had just penned.
With a sigh she headed back to the dating ads and realized that while she had been writing her own ad, someone had tried to contact her. The title of the message was, “In case you were wondering.” She blinked hard at the screen and clicked it open.
“I didn’t write you to tell you how much your profile sounds like everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m writing you to say that I haven’t ever specified or even known what I’ve wanted in a woman. I just know that if I ever had, it would most likely be you. Whoever it is I find on the other end of those words. In just a conversation, I might give all of me to all of you. What a tragically odd realization to have about a stranger.”
Tears pricked her eyes as she read the message. She clicked respond and typed. “Not exactly right, but close enough that I’m listening.”
With a sense of wonder, a hair of disbelief and an inkling that the Almighty was trying to teach her a lesson she was still stubborn about learning, she clicked send.
