My Ideal Man.

My ideal man after a long hard day on my feet would welcome me home with a warm smile and a soft kiss on the lips,
He would have cooked dinner for us because he got home earlier than me, so I didn’t have to go hungry,
He would have ran me a hot bath because my feet would be sore from wearing heels all day and my legs would be cramped from rushing from meeting to meeting trying to organise clients and paperwork.
He would have cleaned the house because he got home earlier, he would have even finished off the laundry because he knew I would be tired.

And he would say, “ don’t worry dear, go have a bath and I’ll take care of the rest,” so my mind wouldn’t be racing and I could get a good night’s sleep for once with my brain not going into overdrive and my stomach growling begging me to eat food.

But instead my ideal man more often than not would never even be home.
He would never greet me at the door,
He would never have dinner cooked,
And he certainly would have never ran me a bath to relax in.

Instead my ideal man more than not would kiss other women instead of me,
And come home at 5am claiming that he lost track of time.
Instead he would leave me up waiting, panicking, crying by myself alone while dinner went cold.
He wold ignore my phone calls and text messages and then laugh it off the next day and tell me that I was over-reacting or being ridiculous.

My ideal man would never say,” don’t worry dear, go have a bath and I’ll take care of the rest.” And as I finished work after a long hard day on my feet I welcomed myself home with a warm smile and let the light kiss my face.

I cooked myself dinner so that I didn’t have to go hungry something healthy and simple for one.

I run myself a hot bath because my feet were sore from wearing heels all day and my legs were cramped from rushing from meeting to meeting trying to organise clients and paperwork.

My house was organised, an organised mess and I didn’t have to worry about the laundry today because I could do it on the weekend in the sunshine or take it to the Laundromat by myself if it were raining.
And I would say to myself,” don’t worry dear, have a bath and let time take care of the rest, “ so my mind wouldn’t be racing and I could get a good night’s sleep with my brain not going into overdrive and my stomach growling begging me to eat food.

Because more often than not, my ideal man doesn’t exist, my ideal man is myself.