C’mon. It is a bit rubbish, but YOU try coming up with worthy acronyms. I could have gone for ‘Long Term Life Partner’.
He is at once a genius and absent minded. Kind and gentle. Rowdy and brave. Feisty and stubborn. Tall and strappin’. Musical and creative. Supportive and generous. Hip yet old school. Introvert/extrovert. Sensitive and ruminative. A do good, do right man.
He is all of these things and so many more wonderful, at times exasperating; (sure as I am sitting here, he’d say the same about me and that’s alright. That’s honest. That’s love, and DAMN it’s more than quite alright. In fact, it’s TIGHT…I digress) things. Verbs. All of which cannot come close to describing the vast, masculine beauty that is he.
That’s right, he’s mon amour and he loves me. Actually LOVES, accepts and is in adoring wonderment, of all the crazy that is me. I could go on and on. Really I could. Yet, for fear of causing a gag reflex to ensue from any of you bad-ass readers, I shall refrain. Let’s just say I am one dang lucky lady to be shacked up with a folk sex god such as he. Just sayin’.
It took a while to find him. This manling of the very rarest kind. At least it happened in time to conjure up some adorable off-spring. Praise the creator. Could I be happier? I think not. Especially since I thought it would never find me. Him, that is. From the dark recesses of my mind and soul, I thought: I did not DESERVE it. That’s right…I was jaded and respite from truly believing life would become grand, full and not so blistered. As time wears on with writing and sharing; you will discover some of the intricacies, (‘tragic’ circumstances which have challenged and shaped me) that make up who I am and why such demons would run amok in the caverns of my being. Skeletons and all.
My existential hero, has no qualms with forbearing a life of high end pomp pomp. Has not much need for label shine and lustre, (except for maybe his Mac and Batavus ). He opts for one of sweet heart, community and recycled content shine and luster. Indubitably, he’s the bees knees.