Many people have posed that question. They are curious why it is that I am 37 and single. And I am sure... They are just as shocked and amazed as I am that some decent guy hasn't snatched me up.
The truth is... I don't have a type. And I can't define my "ideal" man. Who he is, is not his hair or eye color or ethnic origin. Who he is, is not the tone of his skin or the size of his hat. Who he is, is not his height or weight or favorite baseball team. I guess all of those things matter. And maybe if I narrowed my choices down to all guys who are 6'2" with brown hair and green eyes, who love Italian food, Irish music and German beer that drive BMWs and carry man bags... It would be easier on all of us. Or harder. Depending on how you look at it.
But I have found in my life that when you narrow things down too much you live less and you learn less. And while life may feel a little safer or more comfortable... You miss out on so much.
If I had been so picky with my friends, I wouldn't know half of you. I love the diversity I find in you. The different foods we eat when we're together and the variety of activities we do. Man... how's this for an AHA moment right here "LIVE" on the blog? Maybe I can't figure out what I want because I am afraid of giving up the possibilities.
All I can say is this...
I like men. I like them all.
I like them ugly. I like them cute. I like them swimming with or without the suit.
I like them rich and I like them poor. I like them looking real good when they walk out the door.
I like them famous and I like them not. And I really like them hot.
I like them funny. I like them loud. I like them confident. I like them proud.
I like them silly and I like them smart. I like them equipped with a big heart.
I like them good with kids and good with cars. I like them from earth and even from mars.
I like men. I like them so much. That I can't narrow it down to such and such.
I like them thick and I like them thin. I like a strong jaw and a pointy chin.
I like them kind. I like them sweet. I like guys without a thing for feet.
I like them talented and willing to share. I like a guy not afraid to care.
I like them tall. And sometimes I like them short. I like them totally into sports.
I like them rich and I like them poor. I like them looking real good when they walk out the door.
I like them famous and I like them not. And I really like them hot.
I like them funny. I like them loud. I like them confident. I like them proud.
I like them silly and I like them smart. I like them equipped with a big heart.
I like them good with kids and good with cars. I like them from earth and even from mars.
I like men. I like them so much. That I can't narrow it down to such and such.
I like them thick and I like them thin. I like a strong jaw and a pointy chin.
I like them kind. I like them sweet. I like guys without a thing for feet.
I like them talented and willing to share. I like a guy not afraid to care.
I like them tall. And sometimes I like them short. I like them totally into sports.
I like men. I like them all.
I guess the answer to the question is... the possibilities are endless and I am looking to sort through them all until I find someone who fits. Like a good pair of black pants... They aren't easy to find. But once you pick through the racks and wear various styles and even sizes and you find a pair that works for you... You just know it. They feel right. And you want to wear them all the time.
4 comments:
You need a man who can appreciate your awesome poetry.
you're funny janet! i know my 5th grade poetry is lame and i'm no dr. seuss!
Michele, I love your poem! Let me be proof that dreams do come true. Hopefully you won't have to wait as long as I did though. LOL. He was worth the wait, cause I can't imagine being with anyone else. Keep the faith my friend!
Thanks, Terri! I'll keep the faith and YOU keep your eyes peeled!
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