I think sometimes life happens in these perfect moment where you really understand what you want to come from it. It was one Saturday night in the Spring of 2006 and I’m 25. The girl that I’ve been crushing on for months is giving me a ride back from the club where I finally made my move. As we danced to the beat, I grabbed her, pressed her against the wall and kissed her hard with all the build up of anticipation my lips could muster. Call it a self fulfilling prophecy, but there are moments when you’re with someone that you feel you’re in the presence of something greater than yourself. She’s 29 and in the cool night air as we drive towards something more if you look at her really fast she reminds me of the pin up girl in my late teen years, Brooke Burke. So it feels like I’ve been lusting after her for half a lifetime. Brooke and this woman driving.
1. Intro
2. Dating Girls
In my room as her freckles and brunette locks fall onto my bed, there were moments you have to remind yourself to breath. Where you can hear your heart beating in your ears. The fire you wait your whole life to burn in. When we were done she asked if I was thirsty. I said yes and started to get up. She told me not to move, that she’d get it. I watched as she stood up and put her dress back on over her nude body glowing in the moonlight that broke through the blinds . I listened as she walked down the stairs to the kitchen, in a town house that I shared with three other guys, making herself at home. The cabinet opening and closing, ice falling into the glass from the refrigerator, the water runs.
3. Singles Online
The glass she brought me the water in sat empty on the window sill right next to my bed for a year and a half. It reminded me of something and I couldn’t think of what, so I did not touch it. Maybe in my subconscious it represented something more, an emptiness in my life waiting to be filled. Maybe it represented me, who the fuck knows. I do know that a man should be so lucky as to have a memory so strong that shines as a light of hope in the darkness where there is none and guides him the rest of his days.The glass she brought me the water in sat empty on the window sill right next to my bed for a year and a half. It reminded me of something and I couldn’t think of what, so I did not touch it. Maybe in my subconscious it represented something more, an emptiness in my life waiting to be filled. Maybe it represented me, who the fuck knows. I do know that a man should be so lucky as to have a memory so strong that shines as a light of hope in the darkness where there is none and guides him the rest of his days.
4. Dating Online
The image of her walking through my bedroom door, in that dress, holding a glass of ice water for me is a portrait in my mind of selflessness. It’s in the simplest of acts that you learn everything you’ll ever need to know about a woman. If she’s kind, if she’s loving, if she’s faithful, if she’ll make a good mother, if she’s the one you take home to your mother To me the idea of the perfect woman is a woman who’s willing to put other’s needs before her own. It’s the willingness to please the guy she cares about. It’s the natural nurturing vibe she can give off with a smile. It’s a warmth and tenderness that lets you know that no matter how strong you are, behind closed doors you’re allowed to be weak in front of her and she won’t hold it against you. You’re safe. Someone who’s patient enough to understand that you’re far from perfect but that you’ll come through when it counts.
5. Final Words
Kindness, selflessness, patience, passionate. These are the characteristics that I feel that the perfect woman for me possesses. It’s tough to find a woman like that in a city like this. With each passing year the women get colder, bitter, harder. But I still believe they’re out there, the good ones. I’m just thankful that I’ve met a few of them so I know exactly what to look for. From the girl pictured in my header, reading Bang, that I dated for over three years and still has a place in my heart. To the woman who stood in the doorway, on a warm Spring night, glowing, hair frizzing, wearing a simple thin dress, offering a glass of ice water. Like a hand print left in wet cement an imprint was made in my mind. Almost exactly two years later, I’m still thirsty