I wouldn't have dared wish for the fiancé I actually got. I would have sounded like a crazy person.
If I had made out my wish list, it would have read like this:
"I wish for a man who's handsome. And I mean that in an Eddie Vedder sort of way … you know, long, curly brown hair, blue eyes and high cheekbones. He should look strong, and wear a beard very, very well.
Please make him a musician, who likes Pearl Jam. Actually, can you put him in a touring Pearl Jam tribute band, so I can go from city to city with him and sing along to all the songs? That sounds really, really fun. Thanks.
And can he be smart -- smart enough to give me advice, but gentle enough to deliver it the way I need to hear it? Make sure he can call me out when I need it, but not in a way that hurts my feelings. This is tricky but critical.
Can he be funny, too? I'd like to laugh a lot.
And a good kisser. Mmm. Definitely.
This is important: please make him like animals. He has to be compassionate -- with an extra soft spot for Beagles, since I have one who needs lots of love.
Speaking of extra love, please make sure he's affectionate, and extremely attentive, because no man has ever been able to give me as much love as I require.
Can he smell good? Whether fresh from the shower or salty and slick from a night onstage, please make him delicious.
And I hope he likes coffee, and sleeping in on Sundays. I hope he's a good cook, and that he always offers to bring me a glass of water when I'm laying on the couch feeling thirsty. I hope he likes dancing in the kitchen.
I wish for him to be hard-working but also silly.
And I want him to value a really good meal.
I wish for him to understand Seinfeld references, and I wish for him to be nice.
And I wish for him to love me too."
Is that too much to ask?
Apparently, to my utter surprise, it wasn't.
Because I found him.
|I will never let him go.|