I know I used to hit you up a lot when I was younger, but with too many broken hearts, it seemed best that I keep my distance. Well, time has healed most of my wounds and the time has come to embrace that four letter word again. No, no, I’m not talking about lust and I’m definitely not talking about f- well, you know. I’m for real this time. You know exactly what you’re doing in the matchmaking department – I would not dare try and micromanage you – but just in case you were wondering about the type of man I would like to have, I made the list…
I would love to have a man who …
… believes in my dreams as much as I do. I want him to share his dreams with me. I want us to dream together.
… sends me “good morning” texts daily because he wants to guarantee that I start my day with a smile and calls me once I reply because the sound of my voice guarantees the greatness of his day.
… brings out the best in me on my worst days.
… finds me absolutely stunning even after I’ve walked 15 New York City blocks and 5 avenues on the hottest day of the summer and I’m dripping in sweat.
…doesn’t exclude me from his hobbies and interests that I may not understand, but instead takes the time to teach me about each and every one of them – and enjoys doing so.
… does not just hear me – I want a man who listens to me.
… loves me enough to call me out on my BS. Even bosses like me need to be checked sometimes.
… shows appreciation for the things I do for him and does not get all cocky and arrogant when I show my appreciation to him.
… calls my dad just to say “hello”, visits my mother whenever he’s in the neighborhood, and treats my little sister like his own.
… is not afraid to share his feelings, concerns, and fears with me.
… offers to be my sous chef in the kitchen instead of telling me that my food is inedible.
… knows the right iTunes playlist to play when I’m feeling down. Not only will he play the right songs, but he’ll make me stand up and dance with him, even if he only gets a two step out of me.
… makes me cry tears of joy. When my tears stem from sadness, he’ll make me smile and laugh – through them all.
… uses the end of the broomstick as a microphone, lip syncs for his life and dances with me as we clean the house together every Saturday morning.
… prays. Not only will he pray for me, but he’ll pray with me.
… makes my body temperature rise a degree or two… or three when he hugs me.
… I can grow, build and achieve with. You know, “movement by myself, but a force when we’re together”. Bey & Jay cannot be the only power couple for the kids to look up to.
… will nurse me when I’m ill and allows me to care for him when he’s under the weather.
… comes over just to be in my presence and isn’t annoyed when I cuddle up next to him just to be in his.
… does not take advantage of my kindness and unrelenting support.
… will bake me a red velvet cake, get me bubble tea, and make me mango smoothies – just because …
Basically, I want a man who makes me smile every time I see his face, hear his voice or feel his touch. He doesn’t have to look like Idris Elba (although, if Idris is available, I’ll take him). He doesn’t have to be rich with money, just rich with love, passion, and respect. I need to be more than enough woman for him. I won’t ask of him things I would not do for him, but if you do your job right, Cupid, there is nothing I would not do for the right man. I want a man who loves me unconditionally despite all of my many flaws. I want a man who will not raise his voice in anger but in joy. I want a man who gives me a light kiss when I’m asleep. I want a man who misses me as soon as we hang up the phone or close the door. I want a man who does not keep a record of my wrongs, but is patient with me as I make self-improvements.
I want my best friend, my better half, my partner in crime, my soul mate, the honey in my tea, and the sugar in my garri.
I’m over that phase of just wanting a man so that I can have a man. Everything I want from a man is everything I want to be, give, and do for the right man.
In the words of hopeless romantic, Charlotte York, “I’ve been dating since I was … where is he?!?!”
Cupid, just do your job, kid.
Side note: All men who actually read this post in its entirety, send your information to Cupid, or better yet, just email me directly.