ManA Story by Kathryn SmithI don't get paid to babysit anyone I'm only looking for the one to love I I need a man A man Who can act like a man Last June, I was walking down the street in Killarney, Ireland. I was feeling particularly confident that day and felt like I could run the town if I could. As I strutted down the street - a man walked towards me. He looked extremely pleased with what he saw, so I flashed him a smile. He raised one eye brow up and gave me a wink as we passed each other. A flashback slipped into my mind. The last moment like this, occurred in the streets of Paris. There, it seemed almost every man I saw liked what they saw. I was even acknowledged by a military man. In France you have to be very careful around them. Tourists try to take pictures - but this is not allowed. It's deeply frowned upon; if they catch you taking a picture, they'll call you over and make you delete it. In Paris - in March of 2014; my friend looked into my eyes and asked. "What do look for in a man? Why do you like older men?" Back then; my innocent 22 year old self thought older men had it all together. Fast forward two years and I've learned quite a lot. So. What DO I look for in a man now? I want a man who protects. A man who brings out the woman in me. I want a man who can act like a man. No mind games. No commitment issues. No fights with mom. I want a man who knows what he wants. A man who is strong on the outside and the inside. A man who is passionate about his work. A man who can be dominant in bed... and a man who lets you take charge when you want. I want a man who writes, reads, and appreciates the arts. A man who dresses well and enjoys the finer things in life - along with the simple things. I want a real man. A man who loves God. A man who can be a complete and utter goofball - yet knows how to be serious at the appropriate times. Last but not least; I want a kind man. A man who loves kids. Because in order to live - having kids is one way to carry yourself on. My good friend Valentin of France just contacted me. He means the world to me - even though he likes men himself. He strongly suggested I return to France - so we could go see Ezra Hesper; a musician he introduced me to. I miss the dream like place - and I especially miss the macrons. And of course - I'm not going to lie. I miss the men of France. For most of the ones who have crossed my path were lovely people. © 2016 Kathryn SmithReviews
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