“But I love himYes I love him …”Is you is or is you ain’t my baby – Louis Jordan, 1944
Confession: I’m experiencing a man drought. A mini one, to be sure, but the absence of my man, the one who makes my heart go “pitty-pat”, is being felt. Blue Eyes is in Melbourne for work and won’t be back until late tonight. (Yes. He got to go to Melbourne. And I’m in Perth. With four kids, three chooks, two dogs and a cat.) And while I’m coping well with all the practical things (this is not about being helpless), I miss him being here. Simple as that.
Am I pathetic or romantic? He’s only been away 2.5 days. (Is that all? Yes, I hear you. I hear the “tsk tsk” noises and sounds of squeaky violins from the romantically-challenged. I know, I know … build a bridge and all that.) But, the thing is, this man is my Prince Charming, Knight in Shining Armour, The One … for lovers of classics, he’s my Mr Darcy, my Mr Rochester (No, not the retching sound). For those who are squirming, it’s simple: my heart belongs to him and … I love him. I miss him. And while it’s not technically a man drought when you have a man but he’s away for a few days, I feel his absence as sorely as the garden misses the rain.
Romantic readers, here’s some of what I miss:
- the sleepy 5.30am kiss when he leaves for work (Blue Eyes: “Bye sweetie.” Me: “Bye. Dwive suffly. Luvoo.”);
- the smile on his face (sometimes tired, sometimes “He-llo wifey”, but always a smile) when I get home;
- our at-home coffee date every afternoon in which good times, bad times, rants, memories and plans are shared (sometimes all on the same date);
- our morning coffee on the weekend (technically, I’ll get one tomorrow, but it’s been almost a week since the last one);
- his beautiful blue eyes;
- after-dinner walks;
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