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Truthful Tuesday.

I’d like a woman who gives me reason to smile. There was a line in the Steve Jobs eulogy that broke me and I’d like it to be the sort of observation someone would make about me: “And every time his wife walked into the room, I watched his smile remake itself on his face.”

A woman I can trust. One who trusts me. No matter how long those things might take. Someone who doesn’t feel any need to deceive me.

Someone who is happy to go out to enjoy fun and interesting things with me—just as she’s happy snuggled up in bed or on the sofa.

Someone who will do her own things but wants to share them with me without pushing.

Someone sweet and warm and kind and intelligent and funny and attractive. I’d like her to take my breath away.

It might sound as though I’m being shallow, and suggesting I’d only be interested in someone with classic good looks, but attraction is more than skin deep.

Around her I want to feel whole, at home. Alive. She fires up my mind, energises my body, yet relaxes and grounds me. This is only contradictory if you assume they must all happen at the same time.

Someone who will support and encourage me, gently if required. Kick my ass when needed.

People have issues, problems, disagreements, and things to be resolved. This is expected. I’d like her to be fair, to be rational (even if that is not be the initial reaction). To want to talk things through and try to work with me on solutions that would be best for both of us.

She’s not always right, but she certainly won’t always be wrong. She won’t always be weak, and she won’t always be strong.

Someone who will lose me in her eyes, and find me in her heart.