Not Just Any Man--The Man!

Today,

I hypothesize,

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        As per usual I just watched a movie. This time it was the Nanny Diaries. A very good movie...light-hearted and a tear-jerker, a different moments of course. But those aren't the moments that stuck with me when the credits started rolling. What stuck was...a man. Or more of the idea of a man.Or more of the idea of a man. The man. The one I'm going to marry. The one that I'll spend the rest of my days growing old with and grey with and wrinkly with and pudgy with. Yet he'll keep on loving me.
        There's always going to be a part of me that yearns for that special someone to come and love me 'til death. Right now I want a man that will love me. Respect me. Cherish me. Pursue me, even when I don't want to be pursued...yet still respect my space. Dance with me. Sing with me. Embarass me (good-naturedly). Communicate with me, without words. Love me, Love me, Love me. With a love that is neither selfish or unkind or disrespectful. That is not childish, not surface, not rude. But is kind, compassionate, attentive, lovely, romantic, respectful, Godly, and so many more adjectives I can't even describe. I want a man that is okay with silence, but is okay with my obnoxiously loud voice. I want a man that can make me smile just by looking at me. And not a polite plastic smile but a corners curling, teeth showing, eyes crinkling, face glowing sort of smile.
        So...where am I going with this?
        Well....
        I haven't met that person yet. And for a long time that seemed not okay. But when I consider it..I am only seventeen, for goodness sake! I have a world of possibilities out there!!! Tons of things I can do, I can try, I can....oh, I don't know...I just know that life is really only just beginning.
        Yes...I must remember that...life is only...just beginning.
        So.
        I hypothesize that life will get messy, joyful, heartbreaking, musical, dance-y, loveable, and down-right painful before I'm ready to meet the man that I will, someday, call my husband.
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"Oh, let me warn you, sister in Jerusalem,
by the gazelles, yes, by all the wild deer:
Don't excite love, don't stir it up,
until the time is ripe--and you're ready." (Song of Songs)
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        Ok.
        I will live and let be.
        Love will find me, I won't find love.
        Ok.