Veering out into the dating population again has been one of
the most interesting and frightening experiences I've had in a while. I've decided,
I like a lumberjack.
I'm a pretty confident and strong woman all on my own. I do have my own fears and insecurities, but each and every day, I become more confident with my personality and the good traits that I have. Part of this self awareness comes from having one of the best Core Group of Friends any person could find. The other is that seeing the things in others that I like and don't like has given me a frame of reference to decide qualities about myself that I value. I have certainly become my own biggest fan over the past 2 years and I can
honestly say, I'd date myself.
Now a weak man?? He has…
No place in my life.
I do like an intellectual man. You can parade 10 men in front of me and 9 of them I'm not going
to find "attractive". They
can be handsome or cute – whatever the term is today – but that's not going to
grab my attention. Sit them down with
me and the one who can hold his own in a conversation – especially if he can
hold eye contact and make me laugh…
I'll take him. Wrap
him up. Put a bow on his ass.
But I have discovered that…
I need a lumberjack.
Someone who can cut through all my bravado and make me feel
a little weaker, a little more humble, maybe even that dreaded vulnerable. In short order, someone who can make me shut
up and turn off the thoughts that parade around in my head over and over, day
in and day out, moment after moment.
Because, in reality, I'm probably my own worst enemy most of the time and
shutting up might be the best course of action for me.
