Lets start with a few totally random thoughts. This is the order in which they fell out of my brain:
I was born and raised Mennonite, but have wandered fairly far from the flock! If you're ex LDS, we could share some pretty funny stories...
Chocolates and roses are wonderful. But it is the day-to-day stuff that makes or breaks a relationship. Are you ready to treat and be treated well for a change?
After reading this if you want a better idea of what I look and sound like you can view a segment on youtube, at http://youtube.com/user/m5jeff
And now we return to your regularly scheduled profile, already in progress...
Recently I took one of those silly on-line personality tests - you know - just for fun. It said: "You usually have only one thing on your mind: relationships. Your ability to create and sustain meaningful and loving relationships is an integral part of your happiness, or lack thereof. Whether you are dealing with family or someone on a romantic level, you place a great value on developing quality relationships and making sure they are always improving."
If you've enjoyed my profile please say hello. If it turns you off I'd like to know that too! Come on, I can take the truth.
Interesting new thought. I find it amazing that women will put on their profile how they are 'looking for a good man' 'looking for their last first date' and complain about the lack of datable men and then delete an email without even opening it first... And they wonder why they are single! LOL! :)
BTW, I am not opposed to a long term, committed relationship. 3 of mine spanned 35+ years so I do that quite well. I'm not LOOKING for my last first date, but sometimes they come looking for you. If we hit it off, I promise to:
Hold your hand in public.
Remember how you like your coffee, and make it for you every morning we're together.
Learn how you like to be touched, massaged, caressed, not just the way I like to do it.
Remember important dates, places - even what you were wearing.
Give you thoughtful gifts that let you know I am thinking of you and that you're a cherished part of my life
Call just to chat.
Text you in the middle of your day, just so your phone makes that special "DING" that turns your insides to mush.
Surprise you with a weekend getaway where the whole weekend is about YOU.
Watch chick flix with you.
Never to raise my voice against you.
Massage your feet.
Kiss you randomly on the back of your neck right where it makes your knees go weak - just to let you know I'm thinking deliciously inappropriate thoughts in the middle of dinner with your parents.
Send you flowers at work just because.
Hold you close all night long.
Wake you up in a most enjoyable way.
Fix stuff around the house and on your car, just because I care.
Stomp spiders - or set them free.
Never criticize you.
Be kind to your children, pets and parents - even when they don't deserve it.
Encourage you at your job.
Teach you things you didn't know you didn't know.
Write you love letters - the real kind that comes in the mail.
Hide notes in your purse or handbag for you to find at work.
Have an opinion about which black shoes you should wear. After all, I get the pleasure of taking them off!
Make sure we're touching while we sleep.
Run my fingers through your hair because we both enjoy it so much.
Gaze into your eyes while plotting our next big adventure.
Make you long to be in my arms again. And again...
I rolled over and listened to you softly breathing. You’re so sweet and innocent when you’re asleep! Not at all like last night. I replayed some of that in my mind.
You were on your stomach, facing the other way so I ran my fingers into your hair slowly massaging your scalp. You stir and moan, rolling over on your side. I continue running my fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp and neck.
“Good morning,” I whisper in your ear.
“What a wonderful way to wake up!” you murmur back. You snuggle back up against me. I can feel all of you against all of me, and it feels wonderful. I put my arm around your waist and pull you closer still.
Twenty minutes later the kittens go tearing over the bed waking us again. You roll onto your stomach and pull the pillow over your head, hoping to catch another few minutes of sleep. I’d been dreaming about last night, and once awake, I couldn’t go back to sleep again. I grabbed your lotion and warmed some in my hands, then spread it over your shoulders and down into the small of your back. I worked my way up between your shoulders and onto the nape of your neck, right where a single kiss can drive you wild. There are stiff muscles at the top, right under the base of your skull so I spend some time there, slowly working the tension out of them. You’re purring contentedly like the cats when we stroke them in the evenings all curled up in our laps.
I’m glad you’re a happy kitty. I nuzzle your hair, inhaling your scent. Your whole body smells of lotion and satisfied woman. God, I can never get enough of the way you smell!
“Mmmm, I’m going to make coffee. Be right back.” A hand appears from under the pillow and waves me off.
Soon we’re up and sitting in the sunroom, watching the kittens play in the falling leaves.
My thoughts return to last night. WOW. It is only Saturday and I smile to myself. I’m hoping tomorrow morning will be exactly the same!