Day Six: Bring Something to the Table

I’ve written a lot lately about my being single. Seems to be the theme of the month, quite unintentionally though. I wrote a Facebook post some years ago about being a single mother, and explained that while it wasn’t what I set out to be, it’s where I’m at. How day after day, month after month, I continue to make the choice to be where I’m at. It’s not for lack of options that I remain single. It’s because I’m picky as hell, because I’m careful who I allow in my life and in my children’s lives. There are times I wish for someone to help with all of it. But quite often my view point is that it’s a hassle I’m glad I don’t have to deal with.

Day six centers around kind of the opposite though.

Day Six: Five ways to Win Your Heart

It’s not something I’ve given great thought to, honestly. There are individuals that have peaked my interest, and really in the physical aspects they all differ from one another drastically. I don’t have a body type I am distinctly attracted to, a specific height or hair or eye color. So it’s safe to say that someone’s personality is what gains my interest, not their physical appearance.

This post is harder than I thought. I’m sitting here wracking my brain.

I know I find someone who is hard working attractive. Laziness is a foreign word in my vocabulary. I don’t think I could tolerate someone who is lazy. And I think (I think, I’m not certain) more so someone who works with their hands is more up my alley than someone who works in an office or some such profession. I can’t say that for certain, though.

For sure I have to say someone who is intelligent. I’m not a stupid person, and I don’t want to have to dumb things down for anyone. Additionally, someone who is knowledgeable in things I am not, someone who can teach me things. Call me a nerd, but there’s something to be said for intelligence.

As I’ve explained in previous posts, I have no tolerance for intolerance, so I definitely couldn’t date someone who is narrow minded.

Backbone. Backbone is important. I don’t mean someone who is rude or mean, but someone who has the ability to stick up for themselves and others and go after what they want in life. Yup. Definitely couldn’t find a pushover attractive.

I think lastly maybe someone that can even me out. Someone that can see when I’m stressed and anxious, someone who can see when I’m sad or overwhelmed, and bring me back down to earth. Someone that won’t look at me and see me as being too high strung and tell me to calm the fuck down, but someone who will see what’s underneath the exterior, and help me to center myself again.

I want someone who is going to bring something to the table and not take from it, essentially. I don’t need someone. . . There isn’t much that I can’t do, if I set my mind to it. I’ve been raising my boys and taking care of myself for so long now that it would be a rather foreign situation to have someone around to help on a daily basis. But if someone were to actually meet my expectations and not add to my already full plate, then I would want them in my life, and I think that’s more important than needing someone.

Day six complete. I’m behind a day, so Day seven will follow shortly. Happy Saturday.