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I Just Kept Writing

Is it uncool to admit that one is looking for love? The FWB thing is something that I’m simply not attracted to. Is it taboo to be actively seeking out someone who has taken care of themselves?  Have all the clichés been written out too many times to have meaning anymore? Going for walks on the beach, sitting by the fire with a book, watching my favorite movie, jeans to a little black dress, snuggling on a coach all seem unnecessarily mandatory when ads are posted and get glossed over quickly.

What happened to the stomach-tightening thrill of a second date with someone who actually matters and is elevated beyond a time-filler? The anticipation of perhaps touching hands over a coffee and a smile that, surprisingly to you, and unknown to her, gently warms the thin, brittle frost that has chilled your heart? The nervous preparation before seeing someone for a second time that includes taking a much too long shower, spending twenty rewarding minutes achieving a close and careful shave, taking out the barely used ironing board and remembering how to smooth out wrinkled clothes, going to the mirror more times than you can last remember to see if everything fits and matches, tentatively splashing on an expensive and stylish cologne, and inhaling deeply many, many times throughout the process to remain calm even as you feel your mind racing.

Is it unrealistic to seek out femininity? She that is comfortable with the graces of being a woman and does not at all feel the need to “fit in with the boys”? A woman who walks with dignity, confidence and agility, who speaks whole, articulate sentences sans curse words? A woman who loves herself first and knows that it is arguably the most attractive quality about herself? Is there a woman who is chic without bold pretentiousness and who has the realization that tastefully adorning her physique is among the strongest and most alluring of all items in the arsenal of love that she possesses? A woman who can remain distinguished even as she’s engaged in playful flirting, is there one who can claim that title?

There is not one among us who can successfully argue that they are a shining diamond. We have all done things that we are not smirking about anymore, we have all said things that have caused us shame in the aftermath, we have all been mired in wrenching heartbreak and we have all spent mandatory time and effort in a relationship that has long ago lived out its usefulness. But, are there among us, some that have taken the time, perhaps over a period of months or years, to meditate over our mistakes and who have consciously made the diamond solid decision that it is not the person we were meant to be and whatever the consequences, or the temptations, to never, ever, even for a momentary breath, allow ourselves to slide backward and downward to that disgraceful plateau? Is there no greater gift to humbly offer someone than the gift of unwavering respect?

Is there room in our heart for a relationship that doesn’t include ‘the fairy tale’? Is there a workable crevice somewhere in our soul that staunchly will not include a checklist of absolute must-have’s this time around? Are we committed enough to hope for symbiosis instead of doggedly holding on to the tenant that we are not going ‘to settle’? Is it mandatory that someone already have achieved all their dreams as a person, are they looked upon as stumblers, or are we willing to give of ourselves our vast, rich experiences and enjoy guiding another toward achieving that dream? Is there any joy left in a heart for the experience of joining as one in the hope of attaining a new, adjusted and common goal? Is there passion enough remaining in our thoughts that no list, banal phrase or ragged and misplaced sense of entitlement could overwhelm the ravenous hunger of brilliant belonging?

Is it impossible for a man to admit that he has made fantastic mistakes? Is it conceivable for a man to admit in conversation that the thought of endlessly dating in a stuttering stream of misguided relationships has made him not less, but more lonely? Can a man have a greater sense of being unfulfilled after the empty parade than to decide to be alone? Can a man adore without smothering, express tender vulnerability while retaining masculinity, admit acceptance of others without lowering standards and expectations and remain committed to only one while continuing to be independent? Is there a man who believes through painful lessons learned that no matter the cost, the penultimate prize is the person who will help brave darkened discourse, tumultuous events that are set into whimsical place, and haphazardly skewed ancillary views?

Is there a treasure more stunning in its simplicity than finding a folded sheet of paper tucked in a book filled with words describing tender love? Is there a greater heart swelled feeling of amusement than the first time you feel comfortable enough in front of each other to ‘be yourself’? The commonality of a Spartan meal becomes displaced, distorted and seems a lavish banquet because you share it together. Is there no brighter beacon of satisfaction and comfort than when the simple act of gazing across the table swells and bubbles up emotions that are usually reserved for the act of physically making love?

The subtle rustle of brushed against clothing, the way hands move and arc while walking, the impossible tenderness of fingertips, the genuine warmth radiating from an honest smile, the delicate texture of hair lightly grazed across bare cheeks, the steaming flush of cheeks at being caught looking for no reason, the peaceful scent left on the sofa pillow, the ethereal and pulse bounding taste while grazing smooth neckline, the encompassing and invincible circle of barely visible protective light that envelops both bodies as they clutch tightly – all that was once thought to be out of reach and reason have now become tangible and are laid out upon the altar that is your heart in holy ceremony.

These are the dreams of those who know that no matter the stature one has earned, there is nothing greater in value than love.

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  1. 03/11/2011 at 6:04 PM

    There is nothing wrong with what you desire. And it will happen. Believe that.

    • 03/11/2011 at 6:13 PM

      Wow – I just posted less than five minutes ago and you replied! I’m flabbergasted! And a bit embarrassed.

      Like the title says, I just started to write and kept going. It’s disjointed, fragmented and rambles a lot. What was I even trying to say?

      Thank you for your comment and yes, I suppose it should happen. Some day.

  2. 03/11/2011 at 7:50 PM

    This is really great writing! I love it!! And there is absolutely nothing wrong with any of these wants and desires. In fact, I applaud your openness, your thoughts, your desire to be in a solid relationship, finding love etc. So many men (not to sound overly cliched) are so closed up about their feelings and what they want, and you are not. That’s refreshing. And honest.

    • 03/12/2011 at 5:14 AM

      Thank you Jobo for your kind response. I really don’t think my writing is anything of great shakes, but I thank you for your compliments.

      I don’t believe that I’ve opened up any more than any other guy would have. Sure, maybe not using the flowery words that I did, but I think that most men feel this way.

      I think.

  3. youngromantic
    03/11/2011 at 11:08 PM

    1. FWB is not attractive at all and I just had a discussion with some coworkers today about how overrated casual sex is.

    2. As for your third paragraph, I can heartily say YES! I know a handful …

    3. I admire you for writing about your wants and desires. If only I could be that courageous!

    • 03/12/2011 at 5:28 AM

      Yea, the FWB is something we’ve probably experienced at one time or another. Perhaps it’s more precise to say that in the context of being in a relationship that went nowhere for a long time.

      I’m sure that there are ladies such as I’ve described in the third paragraph. But, seriously, where? No joking or sly innuendo meant. Where does one bump into these mythical beasts that everyone is so capriciously surrounded with?

      I’m a bit taken aback by being told I’m ‘courageous’ and writing about ‘wants and desires’ because I didn’t set out to write that. So I feel like I’m a fraud to an extent, or that I’ve misrepresented myself. I actually started out to write that I am absolutely frustrated in not being able to meet someone of a certain caliber. It started out to be sort of an ad to post on a dating site.

      Although, I’d actually have to join one in order to post, don’t you think?

      As for the ‘courageous’ part again, I only have to read your posts in order to find inspiration within excellent prose. You bring it to a heady level that I greatly admire.

      Thank you for visiting and for writing.

      • youngromantic
        03/13/2011 at 12:14 AM

        As for the ladies described in the first paragraph, I’d like to think I’m one of them … if not something I greatly aspire to. Some of my closest and dearest friends could also hold that title. The funny thing? We’re all single. Perhaps rare qualities such as these, like buried treasures, can only be unearthed by the most valiant men. And vice versa!

        Have you tried any of the dating websites? I’ve been on a few but have cancelled all of my profiles. The best one is probably Christian Cafe if you’re only interested in dating another Christian.

        Thanks for your kind words about my posts! You’re very encouraging!

        • 03/14/2011 at 3:11 PM

          I have no doubt at all that you are one of those scintillating gems that I’ve tried to describe, and I am positively certain that a worthy knight geographically close to you is most likely admiring you and all of your goodness.

          I had tried Match and Yahoo. Could be me, but I didn’t have much luck. It’s easy to get a date, but an arduous task finding a mate worth a lifetime of love and commitment. I think that’s the same view a lot of us have.

  4. 03/12/2011 at 1:06 AM

    Wow. This post brought a smile to my face and tears to my eyes.

    People like you give me hope for my own love life.

    • 03/12/2011 at 5:34 AM

      Once more I feel compelled to say that I’m embarrassed. This was a letter, an ad, meant to blow off steam and I found myself a bit carried away toward the end.

      Take heart Jaclyn, for good people like you have a tendancy to get dynamic destiny placed in their hand right when they deserve it most.

      And your time has come.

  5. foreverisntlove
    04/25/2011 at 8:10 PM

    As a woman…that was incredible to read. To know that men out there do still think that way, was quite, motivating (for lack of a better word). Despite your ideas being all over the place you do have a natural way of speaking through writing. All of that to say, it was a pleasure to read, I wanted it to continue.

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