About me? ....simple.
I am a man, looking for a woman, that is looking for a MAN.
What is a man, you ask? Sit tight, this is a bit of a read, but well worth it.
THIS is a man.... What I am, no apologies.
A man carries cash.
A man looks out for those around him — woman, friend, stranger.
A man looks out for children. Makes them stand behind him.
A man can cook.
A man makes things — a rock wall, a table, the tuition money. Or he rebuilds — engines, watches, fortunes.
He passes along expertise, one man to the next, this is immortality.
A man is good at his job. Not his work, not his avocation, not his hobby. Not his career. His job. It doesn't matter what his job is, because if a man doesn't like his job, he just gets a new one.
A man knows how to sneak a look at cleavage and doesn't care if he gets busted once in a while.
A man loves the human body, nakedness. He loves the sight of the pale breast, the physics of the human skeleton, the colors of the flesh. He is thrilled by the snatch, by the wrist, the sight of a bare shoulder. He likes the crease of a bent knee. When his woman bends to pick up her underwear, he feels that "GRrrrr" that only a man can feel.
A man can look you up and down and figure some things out right away. Before you say a word, he 'makes' you. From your handbag, from your watch, from your posture. A man infers.
A man owns up. A man grasps his mistakes. He lays claim to who he is, and what he was, whether he likes them or not.
Some mistakes, though, he lets pass if no one notices. Like dropping the steak in the dirt.
A man doesn't point out that he did the dishes.
A man knows how to bust balls.
A man welcomes the coming of age. It frees him. It allows him to assume the upper hand and teaches him when to step aside. Maybe he never has, and maybe he never will, but a man figures he can knock someone, somewhere, on his ass. It's not that he must. It's that he can.
A man gets the door -(Without thinking)- He stops traffic when he must.
A man knows his tools and how to use them — just the ones he needs. Knows which saw is for what, how to find the stud, when to use galvanized nails.
*A miter saw, incidentally, is the kind that sits on a table, has a circular blade, and is used for cutting at precise angles. A very satisfying saw :)
A man knows how to lose an afternoon. Napping, playing Grand Theft Auto, driving aimlessly, shooting pool. He knows how to lose a month, also. A man is comfortable being alone. Loves being alone, actually, he sleeps. A man loves driving alone most of all (he tries NOT to sleep! Lol).
A man listens, and that's how he argues. He 'crafts' opinions. Or, he stands watch. He interrupts trouble. The policeman,the poet, men, both of them.
Style? — a man has that. No matter how simple that style is. It's a set of rules. He has a favorite pair of jeans, or shoes. No matter how a woman hates them, he will not be separated from them.
He understands the basic mechanics of the planet. He can close one eye, look up at the sun, and tell you what time of day it is, or where north is. He can tell you where you might find something to eat or where to fish. He understands electricity or the internal-combustion engine, or the mechanics of flight.
A man does not know everything. He doesn't try. He likes what other men know.
A man has been 'around the block', a time or two.... maybe three.
A man can tell you he was wrong. That he did wrong. That he planned to.
He can tell you when he is lost, and ask for directions. He can apologize, even if sometimes it's just to put an end to the bickering.
A man watches...
Sometimes he goes and sits at an auction knowing he won't spend a dime, witnessing the temptation and the manoeuvring of others.It is not about meditation so much as considering. No one taught him this — to be quiet, to figure,to watch. This is his way.You cannot take your eyes off a man when he is like that. You shouldn't. Who knows what he is thinking, who he is, or what he will do next.
..... I am a man.
You could decide for yourself.