Mr. Right

My sister asked me what my "perfect" man would be like. I laughed and told her, well first, I'd have to believe in perfect. But after I thought about it, I liked the idea. So I guess my ideal man would probably be something like this:

Eyes. He'd have to have gorgeous eyes. I'm an eye girl. Light brown, green, hazel, etc. Something that pops.

Smart. I'd like him smart. Not annoyingly so, just enough to where I can carry on a conversation with him without getting annoyed or angry. But I'd have to be able to follow the conversation as well.

Passionate. Whether that's about painting or writing or saving orphans, he'd have to be passionate and dedicated.

That being said, committed. I'd hope he'd be committed to me, but my ideal man would not be wishy washy or flaky. He'd say he's going to do something and then do it. I love that in a person, especially a man. Conviction.

Kind. I don't want a hardened man. He'd have to be friendly, gentle, generally pleasant to be around.

Curious. I don't like people who feel like there's nothing left to learn about in the world. He'd have to be interested in travel or books. Learning.

Romantic. Oh yes, he would most definitely have to be romantic. Flowers just because. Dancing in the living room to a commercial. Surprise dinners. The whole nine.

Other than that, physical stuff isn't too important to me. I guess I'd want him at least as tall as me if not taller. But not freakishly so. A great head of hair would be nice. I do love running my hand through lush hair.

So, yeah, my ideal man. There ya go.

.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.

P.S. - That being said, let me clarify that I love my boyfriend very much. And I am very happy with him. This is just what I'd like if I could craft my ideal man.

Temptation

Between borrowed moonlight
and stolen nights,
with gentle laughter
and body's delight,
they took their bond to new heights
and revealed in a state of excite.

She, pure in all things,
tricked him easily as the serpent did Eve;
offering the unblossomed fruit to her Adam-
a prize he could only previously fathom.

She, whose hunger grew with each kiss,
refused to pass a moment such as this.
And she begged him to be taken,
longing no more to be a maiden.

He, a gentleman in all respect,
failed to do what he felt correct.
Instead he gave into his weakness:
her and her one interest.

But he who quenched her appetite
began a torrid internal plight:
He had done what was asked
but was it truly right?


.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.

Statistics

I utterly respect Lyfe Jennings. He's one of the very few hip-hop/R&B male artists actually saying something with his lyrics and trying to better his target audience. He speaks about love--real love, practical love, tough love, lost love... He's just great. Some of his songs include: Must Be Nice, Hypothetically, Never Never Land, and S.E.X. (a personal favorite of mine). Seriously, check him out. His music is smooth, very easy to listen to.

Well, Lyfe has a new song. Statistics. This song is, for lack of a better word, scary. Here's a bit of the lyrics:

25% of all men are unstable
25% of all men can't be faithful
30% don't mean what they say
10% of the remaining 20% are gay
that leaves you with a 10% chance of ever finding your man.

15% of all men got a complex
15% don't practice safe sex
20% come from a home without a father
so you have a 50/50 chance of marrying a coward.

Now I don't know where Lyfe got his information from or if he's talking specifically about Black men, American men, or what. Still... 1 in 4 chance of infidelity? 1 in 2 chance of marrying a coward (which, he's really unclear as to what that could mean). Eep. And let's not even talk about the 15% of men practicing unsafe sex...

Just something to think about...

.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.