Seems like we've all got a GPS these days to hehlp us get around, whether it's a Garmin or phone app or something. I know the little lady that lives inside of mine gets really annoyed when I ignore her or deliberately disobey her instructions, and then I hear that really ticked-off-sounding "Recalculating!!" (and I keep expecting to hear her then say, "You lunkhead"!)
Of course, it's a longstanding joke that men never ask for directions. But I have a theory that the advent of the GPS gizmo had caused a complete evolution in the male psyche. It's causing a huge conflict because, on the one hand, you don't want to ask for directions, but on the other hand, the gizmo is a really cool toy. The pull of the latest technology is irrestistible. If you don't have one of these in your life, you KNOW you want one!
Actually, there's something much deeper going on. Not asking for directions isn't really the basis for a cheap joke. It actually has to do with your very real and understandable need to realize that you are competent, you know what you're doing. You're a strong man upon whom a woman can trust, upon whom she can rely. That's the kind of man I'm looking for.
I'm a tender, loving companion, a nurturer, a woman who enjoys being a woman. One with an inner femininity that's hard to define. I smell nice. I dress sexy. I'm sweet. I listen to you. I have a goofy sense of humor and do hilarious imitations. I like Groucho more than Harpo (that really is a great litmus test). I want you to teach me your individual love language, how you want to be touched, held, honored and admired as a man. You'll find me to be a warm, understanding, mature partner - a keeper.
When you're with me, we will laugh a lot and you'll feel at ease. You'll have fun with me. All the stuff I can say about being as comfortable in a little black dress and spike heels as I am in shorts and flip-flops, or "native-spiced" Thai food versus three-alarm Texas chili doesn't mean a thing. Neither does what kind of car or truck or boat you have, or what you do/did for a living, or whether you groove to Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons or Antonio Vivaldi's Four Seasons, are all surface stuff. They're "characteristics" that don't equate to "character."
"Character" shows when you're truthful, honest and faithful. Your word is your bond. You're goal-oriented. You understand that there's something greater than yourself that's worth striving for. People who know you best describe as a good man. You're excited about your life and happy about your prospects. (We all have setbacks, but what counts is being able to bounce back and rise above them.)
Let's talk or just arrange to get together for coffee or a drink in a no-risk, no-stress meet-and-greet, and take it from there.