Did you ever have a fairly specific item your perfect partner just HAD to have?
Mine was always about a smile. Specifically, my dream man was supposed to have the mischievous little boy grin. You know, the one where you know the wheels are turning and you’re wondering if it’s going to be a sweet gesture or a naughty one? Yeah, I always imagined my perfect man would have that smile.
Well, I realized I know a man who has it. I work with him right now, and every time, his face sort of lights up with it in the most adorable way. I am in love with his smile and the way his smile melts my heart.
But it’s not only the smile that has me thinking. He’s smart, in the understated way of being smart. As he put it in regards to his job, “I don’t make mistakes.”
And he doesn’t… Which is why he is smart. He plans it out. He calculates, he double checks, and he knows pretty much every possible way things should and should not work. I love that kind of man because that kind of man gives me room to be more spontaneous.
He’s extremely self-aware. One time, someone was trying to confuse another coworker and he went, “Come on. People already can’t understand me as it is.”
He was joking, but he was right. It has nothing to do with articulation. He is great at that. Volume is his downfall. His beautiful voice is always so quiet, and so, when you talk to him directly, in a noisy warehouse, you are hard-pressed to understand the words coming out of his mouth.
I also like the fact that I can read his face. I can see the exhaustion, the moodiness, the days when he isn’t feeling too bad. I also think there is so much more to him than this work persona, and I want to know the other parts.
Of course, maybe he is married or has a relationship. I’ve never seen him wear a ring or heard him talk about a significant other. But he could be an immensely private person. Even if every action he takes is practically that of a stereotypical bachelor.
I have four days to win this man over the way he is winning me. Maybe if someone hasn’t scooped him up, yet, I can take my shot.
If not, it just wasn’t meant to happen.
And I will miss that damn perfect smile of his.