Dating a Real Man

So I met this guy while sitting on my porch in my bathrobe smoking a cigarette and drinking a cocktail. He was walking down the street with his 5 year old son and I hollered at him to stop.
We had a nice chat. I don’t remember what we talked about as I was rather distracted by his countenance. Tall, dark and handsome, with a beautiful smile and brilliant blue green eyes … rather extraordinary actually.
And then I waited for him to come back.
And he did.
And then again.
And it turns out I like him and he likes me.
A real man.
A single, heterosexual, spiritual and conscious man.
A man that is honest and straightforward in his intentions, a man that actually calls me and makes plans to see me, a man that knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.
I had mentioned previously that this genre of man was perhaps a legend, a fairy tale or a myth, somewhat like a unicorn.
But unless I am dreaming, he is real. He exists and lives in the world. In fact, he lives just down the street 🙂 How lovely.