The Mystery Mountain Man

My dream guy!

November 23, 2011

The more people I'm exposed to, especially men, the clearer the vision of my mystery man becomes. Is he my soulmate, a fellow human whose being is designed to become eternally tangled to my own, or is he simply someone I have created to look to for comfort when I feel disappointed with the actual men of the world?  Either way, he is present in my thoughts today & I feel it it's important to record his characteristics in case I forget him. 

He's a man of the mountains, rarely leaving his hollar unless he just has to. He lives in solitude with only the mountains  and the woods as his company. That's how he prefers it though. He is not familiar with today's society. He may have a television but doesn't have satellite or anything fancy. Maybe he has a small radio or an old guitar. He's an old soul, a slow man living in a fast world. He is steady and strong like the rivers from which he fishes. I don't have to worry about him: he is honest and true and somewhat somber. He see the beauty within and seems to be blind to the "physical beauty" that society has deemed attractive. He never conforms or changes; he is reliable. He kills only to soothe, never for sport. Maybe he hunts; I'm not sure. If so, it is only for food. He certainly gardens. He's a modern day Inman, never afraid to be hisself, regardless of how others will perceive him. He seems to be totally oblivious to the opinions of others. He is Jerry, without the hateful, obnoxious, and ignorant mindset. He is kinder. He is Mitch, but quieter and more respectful. Not so wild and hyper; he is mature. He is Daddy, without the college education. He is content with his simple, rural life. He recognizes beauty when he sees it. He may not understand Bronte's work, but he would enjoy hearing, and recognize and appreciate it as good literature. He sits by his fire in the winter, reading whatever he can find, listening to his radio and dozing. He would call me silly or frilly, but he wouldn't be able to resist me. He would trust me to help on the farm and would be patient when teaching me new things. He is naturally smart and knows a little about everything. He sounds like he belongs in the 1800s. When it is just me and him, he sometimes gets really silly. He has a goofy side that not many people see. 

He is built big, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. He is dark all over, his eyes, his skin, his hair.