So, what does a woman need a man for, anyway? Have women made our lives look so easy that men think we don’t need them anymore? I think the women on here who are self-reliant, overeducated, and even successful are just trying to do the best they can with what they have to work with in a world that doesn’t always play fair! If we’re being honest with you, I think most of us would tell you, we’re lonely. We weren’t meant to be alone. If we’re being honest with ourselves, I know we would tell you we just need you to be what God created you to be: men. In our heart of hearts, we know you’re different from us even though sometimes all we want is a friend to hang out with and do things with. Okay, so, not being a man, I really, truly don’t know how a man thinks or feels. I only know I want someone who will protect me, in every sense of the word, “Protect.” Men were designed to do that. I want someone who can fix things. Men are good at that. I only fix things because I have to. I would much rather admire a man while he's fixing things! Maybe you’re a man who will let me help a little, or even work along with you. I love to learn. I just don’t have your strength and that’s okay with me! A man can do lots of things I can’t do. He doesn’t have to be good at everything, just willing to try. A good man is an honest man. He makes mistakes but he owns up to them. Hopefully, he doesn’t repeat them. A man is always striving to become a better person. He knows right from wrong and stands up for right. A man knows how to be vulnerable to God and to those he loves and can and does pray, every day. A man loves the female body, loves everything about her, and tells her so, often, and is rewarded by a woman who appreciates him and understands this is how he connects to her at a level that goes beyond words. A man protects the sanctity of that connection and never violates it. He is a one woman man and in return, she closes off nothing of herself to him. A man takes the lead, opens doors, and sets the pace but asks for input and accommodates the wishes of a woman. She, in turn, lets him be a man. Men need to be alone sometimes. So do women! At least, this one does. A man can do things he doesn’t generally like to do, once in a while, and a good woman will return the favor! A man doesn’t have to be right, at least, not every time, and is willing to talk it through, logically, of course, and always with respect to a woman’s intuition. A man has wisdom. He knows when to ask others for help. He knows when to listen and when to step in to help others. A man is gentle in heart, kind in spirit, and searchable only by God! Women just don’t have a clue, never will, and only know we were made for you and you for us.
So, who am I? Well, I’m definitely cat crazy. I know that’s a turn off to some people, so let me explain. My cats (the number varies, but it’s a reasonable number, if you live in the country, as I do) are the children I never had. I didn’t ask for them, by any means, but what do you do when they show up, half starved to death? If you’re like me, you feed them, get them fixed, take care of them, and love them. Anyway, I’m a failed Christian who gets up every day and tries again. I’ve been to college, had lots of jobs, a few careers, and am now embarking on yet one more. I never found a satisfying career, but I have to eat, and besides, hope springs eternal. I’m financially responsible and that has enabled me some flexibility. I used to be a librarian so I know a little about a lot and not much in particular. I like to see new places and do new things. I like creature comforts but I also like roughing it and seeing creation in all its primitive glory. I’m more comfortable in sweats, blue jeans, and shorts but I keep myself trim and fit so I can wear anything . . . . Some of my interests are music of every kind (almost), art of every period and literature only if it’s short and to the point (American) or has lots of pretty pictures (children’s). I enjoy a well-written, magnificently delivered sermon although I don’t go to church, currently (still looking for one in my relatively new location). My sense of humor runs to the far side. I love food of all kinds but I’m a celiac (can’t eat wheat) and didn’t get diagnosed until more recently so I have some allergies as a result. It’s a real bummer, believe me. Oh, well. It could always be worse! I’m very thankful for what I can eat. I love to garden. Let me say that another way: I’m into extreme gardening as an endurance sport and can work outside for hours under very adverse conditions! Why I love this I don’t know but I always have, even as a kid. I’ve always been a bit of a tomboy but I’m thankful for a Dad who provided many years of dance and music lessons, even when he had to sacrifice. If I had kids, I would do anything for them, but I don’t so if you do, know that I understand and respect your bond with your children. I’m looking for a friend, a partner, a husband. There has to be physical attraction, of course, followed by exploration of the inner person. Attraction is an individual thing, hard to explain. If we’re a good match, we’ll be willing to do the work of building a relationship. If not, we’ll know very quickly and move on gracefully! Meanwhile, I’ll try to remind myself that singleness is a blessing, not a burden, waiting is a virtue, and staying busy by discovering one’s gifts and using them to give is a great way to grow old, alone. Not!

Let’s meet for lunch or just coffee or ice cream or coffee ice cream . . . .