Some Men Are Smarter Than Others

You may have noticed that one of my blog followers just happens to be my (what do we call them these days?) Manfriend? Lover? Beau? Whichever, he's the one who makes really cool comments on all my pieces. He actually reads them! We live an hours drive from each other and try to keep a balance between work and weekends. It works because he is smarter than the average man. Much smarter.

He understands that foreplay does not mean ten minutes of groping before you hop into bed. It begins as soon as I wake up and he puts a steaming cup of coffee in my hands. It continues throughout the day with e-mails he calls love bumps and a quick phone call at lunch. Yes,I think I've found a real man who isn't afraid to check his ego at the door, and enter with nothing more than a simple smile. In fact I found him lying naked under my Christmas tree when I entered my apartment the other day. And he didn't mind when I went back into the hallway, closed the door, and started laughing. Let me tell you, his smile lights up my world! What we have is simple, sincere, mature, and awesome. Well, maybe not mature.

Pee Your Pants laughter permeates our relationship, even while we are making love. Now that's something I wish I'd learned years ago. As one becomes older, it becomes more and more apparent that laughing is essential to a relationship. It's the glue that holds you together when everything else is falling apart.

He's the first thing on my mind when I wake each morning and the final thought that follows me into my dreams at night. When he tells me, "You just don't get how much I love you." I realize that I do get it because, I feel the same. In other words, we are mirror images of our emotional commitment to each other. It just doesn't get any better than that.

He Said She Said

Today I needed a few items from Giant Eagle to complete my dinner plans, so I ran next door during my lunch hour. Cleveland cold blew from the skies as I huddled in my coat and walked hunched over toward the store. On my way, I encountered an elderly couple walking arm and arm toward a restaurant entrance. As we passed on the sidewalk, I couldn't help but overhear their conversation.

She clung to him, and said simply, "BRRR It's so cold out." To this comment he replied, "It's not really cold out. It's just that it's windy and the wind chill factor makes it feel colder than it really is."

What? Wait a minute! I didn't hear her ask a question. I don't think she wanted a science lesson or a whether forecast either. I believe she was simply stating a fact. She WAS cold! He was telling her NO she really wasn't cold, and backing his opinion up with scientific reasons why.

I walked on as they entered the restaurant, but continued to fume over this silly difference between men and women. It was all I could do to keep from taking him aside, and screaming, "Next time buddy, when your wife says shes cold, just put your arm around her and say, "I know sweetie, lets hurry inside." "

Instead, I took their conversation one step further in my imagination. I visualized them inside this popular restaurant. He would turn to her and say, "Wow its really crowded in here." To which she would reply "Yes, it is. Would you rather go across the street and eat at Dimitris?" His answer? "No, it's too cold out to walk that far."

My Lover's Hands

I want to be held by your hands of "strength". The ones that lift weights to keep your body strong and beautiful; that drive the nails to repair the front steps of your home.

I want to be touched by your hands of "creativity". The ones that search out the finest shapes and colors of exotic woods and then carve out a thing of beauty.

I want to be played by the hands of the "musician". The ones that pluck and tease the bass strings of your Fender guitar until it groans with the sensual bass notes of a favorite song.

I want to be protected by your "nurturing" hands. The ones that stir and spread the polenta to provide a feast for family gatherings.

I want to be caressed by your hands of "love". The ones that breathe life back into me and send flutterby shivers down my spine and into my soul.

Hold me, touch me, mold me, feed me, love me.