Summary

The author reflects on what she wants in a man and describes her ideal partner who understands and supports her needs.

Abstract

In this article, the author expresses her desire for a man who understands and supports her. She explains that she wants someone who can be there for her during her low moments, someone who gets her and knows when she needs a break. The author describes her ideal partner as someone who will gently take her away from work when she's overdoing it and curl up with her on the couch for a movie. She also appreciates a man who takes care of small tasks like taking out the trash and restocking groceries without being asked. The author acknowledges that she has been single for years but still hopes to find a man who meets her needs.

Bullet points

The author has been single for years and is reflecting on what she wants in a man.
She wants a man who understands her and can be there for her during her low moments.
Her ideal partner would gently take her away from work when she's overdoing it and curl up with her on the couch for a movie.
She appreciates a man who takes care of small tasks like taking out the trash and restocking groceries without being asked.
The author acknowledges that she has been single for years but still hopes to find a man who meets her needs.

What I Want From The Man In My Life

Figuring it out as I go

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What do I want? Hmm. It’s been so long since I’ve thought about it. I gave up on relationships years ago. Y.E.A.R.S. I had a glorious thing for 7 1/2 years until I didn’t. Nothing enduring before. Nothing at all since. Am I some wounded little bird that needs to be taken in and nurtured back to health?

Uh, nah. I’m good. But thanks.

Well, at least in that respect, anyway. I thought I had been one day-at-a-timing it for the last six years and doing pretty well at it too. Until I turned 55 and my body? It left me a dear Terry letter and said C’YA. That’s what happens when you buy a Yugo on Craigslist I suppose.

But now 11 days post-op I gotta tell ya. I’ve learned some things about myself. I’ll unpack them here. (Okay, good, I can use that phrase and not puke. Good sign.) There have been times, like, oh, yesterday, where I felt like sh*t on a stick and decided I was going to capture that unbelievable moment from When Harry Met Sally.

Split-screen. She’s in her bed at her house, him in his. They’re on the phone together as they’ve watched an entire movie together, giving commentary throughout. Sally asks Harry what will do if he can’t sleep.

Moan.

That’s been me the last couple of days. Wishing and whining that I had someone next to me I could fold myself up into and just be miserable. But at least I wouldn’t be miserable alone.

I need someone who gets me. That when I feel well, I will overdo it. This isn’t a Terry thing. When you never know how long it’s going to be before you have another good day, then you take advantage of the ones that you have when you have them. Then the inevitable crash happens and I’m dead to the world for days after it becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

What I need is a man who will quietly and gently come into my home office, gliding his hand over the laptop, close it. Take me by my hand and lead me to the couch where on the coffee table are my favorite snacks and drinks.

“Break time. That movie we’ve been wanting to see is on in five minutes.” We curl up into each other on the couch and for the next hour and a half, it’s bliss. I may even drift off in his arms, a good sign that I needed the break.

I want a guy who sees the trash is full and instead of shoving his foot in there like a compactor to pull out the trash and carry out.

If you pull something out of the fridge and notice it or another item that I like is getting low, grab some while you’re out and about and sticking it in the fridge. I may not realize it right away, but when I do? Sweet smiles and a warm heart.

It’s the little things, and that has been said so often that it seems cheap, but it’s true.

But until he comes along…

I don’t know where I’m goin’ But I sure know where I’ve been Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday An’ I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wasting no more time Here I go again, here I go again

Tho’ I keep searching for an answer I never seem to find what I’m looking for Oh Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on ’Cause I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams

Here I go again on my own Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known Like a drifter I was born to walk alone An’ I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wasting no more time

Just another heart in need of rescue Waiting on love’s sweet charity An’ I’m gonna hold on for the rest of my days ’Cause I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams

And here I go again on my own Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known Like a drifter I was born to walk alone An’ I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wasting no more time But here I go again, here I go again, Here I go again, here I go

’Cause I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams Here I go again on my own Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known Like a drifter I was born to walk alone An’ I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wasting no more time Here I go again on my own Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone ’Cause I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams

Here I go again on my own Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: David Coverdale / Bernie Marsden