Long Legs, Stilettos and A Peach Dress

One of my simple pleasures in life is finding that woman who takes my breath away every time I see her. I have found that woman. Her beauty is so exquisite all I can say is "oh my God." Her smile makes me smile, and she's not even talking to me! Her personality shines so brightly. She is incredibly graceful on the dance floor. And to top it off, she is 6 feet tall… and is so secure with her height that she wears heels! I have to say, never in this lifetime would I have thought that I would see a woman in Dayton, Ohio, whose style is so on-point every… single… time. I'm sure that when she is at home she's chillin' in sweats and a t-shirt (and probably making that look hot too), but when she steps out… let's just say she would look right at home on a red carpet somewhere. I am completely and total amazed by this woman!

Now I know looks are not everything. I don't know the first thing about her. She could be a complete prima donna in her private life and is impossible to deal with (I've had a few in my life)! But I've gotten to know some pretty amazing women, and my track record is pretty good with getting to know good women vs. whack jobs. From the outside, she seems like a good woman, but that's only based on how she interacts with the world around her. I'm not basing it on how good she looks. She will prove whether her beauty is only skin deep or not by her actions.

My friends tell me I'm waaaay too picky. I know my standards are high, but I want to adore my woman. Put her on a pedestal. She makes me want to be a better man. And it is attainable, because I've had these feeling before for women who I felt (and feel) are exceptional. Julia. Joanne. Crystal. Shannon. Christine. Angel. Cathy. Nicole (all 4 of them!). Shero. Maria. Mijelle. Brooklyn. Kelly. Zuly. Tasha. Darla. Some of these women I've dated. Some were just friends. Some became girlfriends. One because my fiance. All blew me away with their style, poise, intelligence AND beauty. And the funny thing is, non of them fit a "type" (which my friends also accuse me of). Two of them were 6 feet. A few where under 5'3'' (one was 4'11''!). A few were Double DDs (and up). Some could barely push out an A cup. One was 240 pounds when I was dating her. Another had more belly than breasts! Two were Puerto Rican (with the sexiest accents!). But each of them I was attracted to for what they brought to the table, not because they reminded me of someone else. One I even suspected was working as an escort! That should have been a deal-breaker. But I didn't judge her because I got to know her from the inside out. I helped her think about how she wanted her life to play out, and she ended up going back to school.

But I do have a type of personality that gets me every time. Highly intelligent (I seem to have a thing for lawyers, even though I don't like to argue). Loves to laugh. Is the center of attention because of who she is, but doesn't demand to be the center of attention (if that makes any sense). Conversation between us is completely natural and easy. And very flirty, for want of a better term. She always lets me know she's near. Sitting close enough to touch. A hand on my thigh. A quick hug. A lean-in to talk in my ear. A slap on the ass. :-)

I call it "irrational love" (as in "I have an irrational love for Mariah Carey"), but there is nothing irrational about wanting to fall in love. When I get to know someone who I can envision walking down the aisle with, it's hard for me to date what just falls in my lap. I wish there was a term stronger than "love" because it is thrown around so cavalierly. The woman I decide to pursue a relationship with will be so exceptional it will be easy to wan to work out any issues that come up. I want to be 150% sure that I want to move forward through the whole "getting to know" process.

Okay, so I just went on a serious tangent. I need to take my but to bed and dream of long legs, stilettos and a peach dress. Hmmmmmmmmmmm…