romeo

being single.

i don't want to live out my life in mayberry.

how can i date anyone here? i plan to move. to grow...


i already miss being part of a couple. i miss kisses.

someday, i'll meet a tall man... at least he'll be taller than me
who appreciates my strange sense of humor...
tells silly jokes
knows how to place his tongue firmly in cheek
doesn't take life too seriously
who writes long letters
writes in a journal
loves words
who snuggles
kisses the nape of my neck
washes my hair in the shower
lingers on small details
a sensualist with a raging sex drive
who appreciates my warrior nun collection
enjoys simple silly pleasures
realizes that life is really funny (even if only dark humor, at times)
who enjoys walking
and walking
and walking
who loves films
and movies
and subtitles
and cartoons
who respects my opinions
discusses ideas
considers other points of view
enjoys essoteric bits of info and trivia
who watches people and wonders...
about their inner lives
their hopes, dreams, fears...
who will go to art museums
plays, hockey games, my art openings, natural history museums, churches...
who, though he may not be religious, is willing to attend the occasional mass with me
who dreams of flying
who like cats
must love dogs
who reads
books, novels, blogs, newspapers, magazines, comics....
a love of ideas, words, & other points of view
who will take the road less travelled
spend an afternoon getting lost
will wander in order to wander
explore the countryside
who will hold my hand in public
who wishes on distant stars,
on dandelions,
on eyelashes,
on birthday candles