One fact about me is that I am a hopeless romantic and I am not afraid to say it. But I am the laziest dater that can possibly exist. Years ago I wasn’t entirely this way, but then I fell in a love sequel that left me heartbroken. I picked up my pieces and turned into an emotionless robot. Sometimes I catch myself feeling again and I try to make things work with the opposite sex, I try to make amends for lost time but once there isn’t reciprocity I usually very quickly go back to my zombie, ice cold zone. One thing I know is that if a man wants to be with a woman, she doesn’t have to try. It will come naturally. He will crave her presence, her voice, her soul, her awkward texts, her body without her having to try. The other thing is that I am a relationship oriented woman, I dislike the dating games and forced laugh at dates. I am more of a let’s hang out kind of woman, I get to know you then maybe we can take it to the next level. These kind of men have apparently vanished from the big apple, with all the dating apps and the available horny females out there it’s unlikely to find a man that has this mentality; nowadays it’s straight to business, thank you very much he’ll say, “I’ll call you..” what he is really thinking is, lol: “I’ll text in two weeks if not a year later to catch up when I am in a funk.”
Hence I became a lazy dater, I don’t call, text or check on any serial dater. I have better things to do. I forget them as fast as they forget me. After all if a man really wants to be with a woman, he will put up effort no matter what.
For me V day is supposed to be everyday, not only on commercial February 14th; languorous kisses in the morning with breakfast, good morning baby text, did you eat today, checking on each other? Me wearing his white button up shirt when I wake up (absolutely a must; deal breaker lol) while having my hot lemon water sitting on the kitchen counter, can I help you with something this week my love, let’s have lunch in the park today, lazy Sundays with breakfast in bed, while plotting for next week’s business game plan, filling a kiddy pool with water on a hot day in the backyard and soaking up the sun while sipping on homemade cocktails, jumping on hotels bed while on vacation, eating girly pizza together, cooking together, massaging each other’s foot, caressing his hair while his head is resting on my chest on the couch until he falls asleep, running together, doing stupid stuff together, painting an art piece for the living room together, dancing to our own music channel on a Saturday night, planting a garden together, fixing a chair together, watching the sunset through our 180 degree view living room; ceiling to floor glass wall, enjoying the silence together or just spooning, comforting each other and trying to find solutions together in difficult times without pressing on the problem, building an empire together, unexpected flower deliveries, endless paintball games, making love on the living room floor, in a hammock, in the pool, in the shower, in a hot bath, everywhere, humping like rabbits, things a real man do with a real woman, unpretentious things, but also respecting each other’s personal time and space, the list goes on. It is supposed to be just two goofballs in love and not afraid of what the world thinks, not afraid of their love for each other, not afraid to look at each other in the eyes, aging together like fine wine, the kind of love you only get one chance out of in life, just two goofballs who know what they want from life and in love with the fact that they have finally found each other. I would follow him to the end of the world if I had to, I’ll even peace out on NYC that I love so much. As long as I am happy, and have somewhere peaceful I can write and paint. Somewhere I would call home, with a Big closet, I mean a “Sex in the city” Mr Big’s kind of closet; of course and a pack of dogs. But again I am too lazy to go through all the dating steps bullshits. If a man wants to hang out maybe it will lead to somewhere marvelous, but if I have to behave like I am on a boring date and pretend, forget it. Let’s just lose the facade and make frolics. I am a passionate woman with passionate needs. Maybe this exists and the man thinks that I am in love with someone else, while the entire world knows that this someone is him.
In my parallel universe my ideal relationship is precisely Miguel’s songs “Simple things”, “Sure thing” and all of the above. Again, I am a hopeless romantic, until this love story surfaces in my reality, I’ll pack up my bathing suits for V day and head out to Sin city, maybe there I’ll find out what killed my chance at being with my one true love on that day, or maybe not…
By: Marie Caroline