Sunday ruminations…
It occurred to me that it would be great to have a man Sunday. You may ask, why only Sunday?
Good question! The answer may appear simple at first but there is much more to it that you may think.
Sundays is the day that all is quiet for the most part. I tend to spend more time at home on that day because I usually don’t have to rush anywhere. It’s a day of rest. It would be lovely to have someone to hang around with and maybe barbecue, watch a movie… make love… go out on the boat, go to brunch, or lazy around with.
There are times when you meet someone and you just know that this person will not be the love of your life. That this is not someone that will last long. However, there is chemistry; there is attraction; therefore, good conversation, laughter, and all sorts of other things come easily between you.
Not long ago I met such a man with whom I did have a lot of chemistry. We went out a few times and sparks did fly. I never thought of him as “relationship material” because the red flags were evident and waving in the air furiously. He could have been my Man Sunday! Why did that not happen?
Simple. I accept that I don’t do casual easily. It’s not the way I’m built. For that to happen, it’s got to come presented in a very special way. By that I mean that he has got to present it to me in a certain way. It cannot be too raw or too obvious that it’s only about sex for him. Even if it is. It will require some finesse. I really must feel that we enjoy each other’s company and he has got to put an effort to woo me. I guess it boils down to a feeling that there is mutual respect and or friendship. Sadly he must have failed to do that. Too bad.
I confess I like things packaged a certain way. Just like I decorate my home a certain way…and I do it just for me; and just how I like things like gifts to come in “bright paper packages tied up with strings”, I also would like that pseudo relationship to come in a nicely wrapped package.
Men really can be clueless. Well, there’s always next Sunday.
