The Man

Sometimes I struggle to fall asleep at night. I feel the unbearable itch to grab my jacket, start the engine and go out for a drink. If I don’t, I might miss meeting the man of my dreams.

Then it strikes me that the man of my dreams isn’t in a bar at 2:46 on a Thursday morning. The man of my dreams is probably trying to fall asleep, lying in bed with his lame girlfriend. Or just some girl he’s called home to fill his lonely spot, that warm place in his bed meant for me. She’s a nice enough girl, but no passion, curiosity or adventure. It was probably sweet when she called him baby but now it  just sounds detached and empty.

The man of my dreams just turned over in bed because I talked of him. He wishes he’d rather be talking to me all night and all day – right through his daily routine. The man of my dreams laughs easy and makes others feel comfortable in their own skin. The man of my dreams will engage in conversations that don’t necessarily cater to him. He’s genuine and nice and just wants to be given the chance to love, love, love. The man of my dreams has to be up at 7am. Maybe the man of my dreams is running around the park, not at the bar.

I should just shut up and go back to sleep.

6 thoughts on “The Man

  1. I agree, always go for the man in the park vs. the man in the bar. I loved this post. Something so young about it. So virginal! Damn, I feel old and tainted.

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  2. Wow. So I started reading your blog! I think I see why you’ve given me so much praise on my writing, dear… it would seem you and I are VERY much alike. I mean, you seem to have a better grip on the English language but. I don’t know. I feel comfortable here. You’re weird and beautiful and adventurous and honest. Really quite lovely. I’m glad you found me.

    I’m gonna do some more reading and then go put you on my blogroll.

    Thanks.

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    1. Would it be weird if I told you the same about your blog (the being ‘comfortable here’ bit)? Well I guess if you didn’t report abuse after I told you I’ve dived head first into your posts for 13/14 hours it should be alright …. right? Yes. Well, I’m schizophrenic when it comes to my style of writing and you’ll only see me speaking so blatantly in my past 3 or 4 posts.

      All this to say, Thank you 🙂

      I might have twirled around like in a Disney movie cause you added me on blogroll what with your being famous as fuck 😉 I’m glad I found you too.

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