Over the past couple of years, I have been in a writing group, lead by a wonderful teacher Gloria. She set us a task, to write about ourselves, our perfect partner then marry the two into a advert for the Lovely Hearts column in the newspaper. I am grateful to say, after kissing a number of frogs, I found my Prince and ‘Him’ describes him pretty well! 😉
Me – Kath
Sometimes I wear Wonder Woman undies. As a single mother of three strong and wilful daughters there have been occasions over the past 14 years when discreet resolve is required. These undies are my secret weapon, giving me the power to stay strong and steadfast, in the face of adversity and teenage tantrums.
Acquaintances may compare me to Martha Stewart. Friends however know there is a quirky and bohemian side to the girl who bakes fabulous cakes and enjoys entertaining. A girl who loves to design projects and events with colour, excitement and maybe just a little over planning.
Recently a friend observed the fact that she felt I was an ‘internally happy’ person. For me, this was the highest of compliments. The past 14 years have been interesting. Lows have followed highs; events I have wanted to control have been impossible to contain. However, when I sit quietly and reflect on my life, who I have around me, and the things I have to look forward to, I can honestly say, I have designed a life I love.
My perfect man has an ex-wife. At 50, someone before me needs to have broken him in. He needs to have children. No one except a Parent understands that sometimes a romantic dinner has to be foregone in favour of a 2 hour recorder recital.
He likes his mother. This is a first date question. Think about it, mother relationship=relationship with women. ALWAYS.
Yes, he can have wounds, we don’t get to middle age without them. However, the yodel: “oh wow is me, I need rescuing, it was all her fault,” falls upon my ears like a baboon preaching a sermon.
My perfect partner is a can do man. A man of action and words. He knows who he is, his strengths and limitations and likes himself anyway. He has friends and a life he enjoys. He would like to share his life but doesn’t need to.
Oh – and he needs to like to eat – because I like to cook and try out new foods!