I don't have a template for the ideal man. I don't care how much you earn or how tall you are. But I care how you look. With your eyes. With your heart. With attention.
Can you listen?
Aren't you afraid of my ambitions?
You won't run away from a woman who works late, dreams of her own salon and sometimes gets lost between psychology and the beauty industry?
I'm not asking for much. I want real, strong, respectful interaction. For you to come up from behind when I'm washing dishes and hug me. For us to laugh in the supermarket, choosing which toothpaste to take. For you to know that after a hard day, all I need is warm tea and your shoulder.
I'm alone not because there is no one. But because I don't want to be with just anyone.
If you read me and your heart responds a little - maybe we just haven't met yet?