Call me whatever you want but I’m unlike any guy I’ve ever met. I’m not here to “search” for anything or anyone for that matter. I’m here waiting for that special someone who is patiently doing the same thing for me. I’m willing to bet she is severely tired of getting message after message from one creepy guy after another. Maybe you can appreciate this.
Me… I consider myself a hopeless romantic. A real man begins being romantic years before any ring or thought of marriage. Romance begins with only having eyes for only one woman and that begins with not having eyes for cheap porn. I’m not into some bare, plastic-surgeon-scalpel-enhanced pixels ballooning on a screen, some tempting flesh clicked on in the dark, some photo-shopped figment of cultural beauty that's basically a huge lie. What I am into is real woman who have bad hair days and that occasional huge zit that we laughingly nickname Pluto. Every real woman has those days where she isn’t feeling so secure and a guy like me is there to let her know she is just as beautiful as ever. A real romantic man can’t wait to grow old with a real woman. I imagine slipping my arms around my wife's soft yet thickening middle age waistline and whispering that I couldn't love her more. I imagine the manliness of standing bold and unashamed in the express checkout line with only maxi pads and tampons because the woman I love is having an unexpected Saturday morning emergency. That’s the kind of hopeless romantic a real woman deserves.
Who am I waiting for? Someone who am I willing to listen to instead of talk at? Who am I willing to hold as they grow older and more real by the year? That woman who am I willing to die a bit more for every day? There is a woman out there that is willing to put up with imperfection and she’ll be happy to have just me.