“The woman who appeals to a man’s vanity may stimulate him, the woman who appeals to his heart may attract him, but it is the woman who appeals to his imagination who gets him”
Helen Rowland quotes (English-American writer, 1876-1950)

I’m a fortunate man. For a number of years I’ve held on to the thought that I am a prize. As such, when I make up my mind to involve myself with someone they need to be a prize as well. Usually people believe they are with only a shallow idea as the justification or they won’t believe they are unless someone else enforces the thought with them. I’ve been involved with enough women in my life to have been driven completely out of my mind. Some of them recognize your good traits and try to lock you in right away…a man such as myself will run from that in a heartbeat. To borrow a quote (cause I like quoting):

“I am like a wild horse. You can’t tame me. You put the oats in the pen, though, and I’ll come in for a nibble every day. But the minute you shut that gate, I’ll jump the fence and you’ll never see me again.”

Then others, I assume, just didn’t realize…lost me while they were looking for themselves somewhere. People tend to make things much more complex then they have to be. My saving grace was finding someone who understood how basic this really is. How upfront presentation is the best thing there is. She didn’t close the fence. She didn’t judge me according to the assholes from before. She didn’t try to make me jump through a bunch of silly hoops. We talked and listened and that was what it took. It wasn’t formulaic like a movie. It wasn’t grand and dramatic like a novel. It was subtle like a flame building. First there was warmth, then heat and finally fire sprang to life. She’s a prize and she knows I am. She is the color in my world. She makes me show all of my colors. In some ways I think she’s better than me and it makes me remember I can be better. I want her to be her best. I don’t want her to worry. She’s more together then she knows. She’s nicer then most of the people I know. Tears welled in her eyes cause a little boy thought his mother left him. She forgives people quicker then I ever could. I find beautiful things to show her cause I know she’ll appreciate them. She sits with me through my geeky movies. She tell’s me I need to eat more then one meal a day (and coffee doesn’t count). She always asks what I think. She believes I can do…whatever idea it is I’ve come up with…then she remembers the ones I forgot. She doesn’t curse…and it reminds me I should do it less. She won’t admit it…but she likes South Park too. She’s weird and I like it. She knows I’m weird and it doesn’t make her nervous…not really. She’s beautiful for several reasons…mostly because she is. More than anything…I love her.