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Blind Devotion - My love for her.

Love her

Dinner with my girl

Man.

A man carries cash.
A man looks out for those around him — woman, friend, stranger.
A man can cook eggs.
A man can always find something good to watch on television.
A man makes things — a rock wall, a table, the tuition money. Or he rebuilds — engines, watches, fortunes. He passes along expertise, one man to the next. Know-how survives him. This is immortality.
A man can speak to dogs.
A man fantasizes that a Lemurian warrior lives deep inside him somewhere.
A man has eyes for his Queen.  Only his Queen.
A man is good at his job. Not his work, not his avocation, not his hobby. Not his career. His job. It doesn't matter what his job is, because if a man doesn't like his job, he gets a new one.

A man can look you up and down and figure some things out. Before you say a word, he makes you. From your suitcase, from your watch, from your posture. A man infers.

A man owns up. That's why many are not a men. A man grasps his mistakes. He lays claim to who he is, and what he was, whether he likes them or not.

Some mistakes, though, he lets pass if no one notices. Like dropping the steak in the dirt.

A man forgives.  He knows that all are on their own path.  However, he will not be taken advantage of.  If the actions continue, it is time to move on to someone who will learn as he is dedicated to do.  

A man loves the human body, the revelation of nakedness. He loves the sight of the pale breast, the physics of the human skeleton, the alternating current of the flesh. He is thrilled by the snatch, by the wrist, the sight of a bare shoulder. He likes the crease of a bent knee. When his woman bends to pick up her underwear, he feels that thrum that only a man can feel.

A man doesn't point out that he did the dishes.

A man looks out for children. Makes them stand behind him.

A man knows how to bust balls.

A man has had liquor enough in his life that he can order a drink without sounding breathless, clueless, or obtuse. When he doesn't want to think, he orders bourbon or something on tap.

Never the sauvignon blanc.

A man welcomes the coming of age. It frees him. It allows him to assume the upper hand and teaches him when to step aside.

Maybe he never has, and maybe he never will, but a man figures he can knock someone, somewhere, on his ass.

He does not rely on rationalizations or explanations. He doesn't see himself lost in some great maw of humanity, some grand sweep. That's the liberal thread; it's why men won't line up as liberals.

A man gets the door. Without thinking.  Period.

He stops traffic when he must.

A man resists formulations, questions belief, embraces ambiguity without making a fetish out of it. A man revisits his beliefs. Continually. That's why men won't forever line up with conservatives, either.

A man meditates and is not afraid to do yoga.  It realigns him.  He is not afraid of what he will find looking inward.  

A man knows his tools and how to use them — just the ones he needs. Knows which saw is for what, how to find the stud, when to use galvanized nails.

A man knows how to lose an afternoon. Drinking, playing Madden, driving aimlessly, shooting pool.

He knows how to lose a month, also.

A man listens, and that's how he argues. He crafts opinions. He can pound the table, take the floor. It's not that he must. It's that he can.

A man is comfortable being alone. Loves being alone, actually.
He sleeps.

Or he stands watch. He interrupts trouble. This is the policeman. This is the poet.  Men, both of them.

A man loves driving alone most of all, but is best when his Queen is by his side and has his hand on her thigh. 

A man's woman adores him and understands his quiet reverence.  

Style — a man has that. No matter how eccentric that style is, it is uncontrived. It's a set of rules.

He understands the basic mechanics of the planet. Or he can close one eye, look up at the sun, and tell you what time of day it is. Or where north is. He can tell you where you might find something to eat or where the fish run. He understands electricity or the internal-combustion engine, the mechanics of flight or how to figure a pitcher's ERA.

A man does not know everything. He doesn't try. He likes what others know.

A man can tell you he was wrong. That he did wrong. That he planned to. He can tell you when he is lost. He can apologize, even if sometimes it's just to put an end to the bickering.

A man does not wither at the thought of dancing. But it is generally to be avoided.

A man watches. Sometimes he goes and sits at an auction knowing he won't spend a dime, witnessing the temptation and the maneuvering of others. Sometimes he stands on the street corner watching. This is not about quietude so much as collection. It is not about meditation so much as considering.

A man refracts his vision and gains acuity. This serves him in every way. No one taught him this — to be quiet, to cipher, to watch. In this way, in these moments, the man is like a zoo animal: both captive and free. You cannot take your eyes off a man when he is like that. You shouldn't. The hell if you know what he is thinking, who he is, or what he will do next.

Awaken.

Wild.

“The wild woman is only intimidating to those who are not yet free. She is a mirror of all you are or all you have yet to become. She is a living invitation to claim your freedom. Your wings long to lift you on the wind.”

Have you fallen for her? Does the fact that you can’t control her drive you insane? Do you wish she wasn't as wild and free? Are you aware that the mere reason that you fell for her is because of her wild and free nature? If so, why would you wish to change her?

A wild woman makes you see life in different colors, and I say colors because each of us probably sees life from only one angle, from one color, but not her. She will not show you life, but allow you to feel, taste, smell, and touch life simply because this is the only way she knows how to live, and if you think about it, why should you live any other way?

We live oppressed under conditions laid on us either by parents, friends, or partners and we end up living conditioned without even realizing it. Our actual desires for life become forgotten, a wild woman doesn't forget and doesn't need a reminder, she goes through life following what she loves, not allowing anyone to get in her way, and if you end up having her in your life you’d be lucky because she will inspire you to live freely and happy.

When you encounter such an individual you tend to fear her, maybe because she is too daring and beautiful that you are afraid to lose her, or maybe because she makes you realize what you are missing and opens your eyes to life.

So how can you love this woman and keep her?

Just love her as she is, as simple as that. Under no conditions, with no buts or because, just rejoice the moments with her. Don’t let your love become selfish, and wish to own her, which will make her let you go. Sail with her, honor her being, and look at her with joy rather than fear when she makes others happy.

Don’t allow yourself to think that she controls your happiness, which alone will make you both unhappy. As a matter of fact your happiness should depend on no one, you never know when those dear to you will come or go, so you must be content with your own self, with solitude. And, don’t confuse solitude with loneliness, they are completely different things.

A wild woman will love you more and more if you show her that you are independent, and support her freedom rather than fear it. Push her for greatness and to follow her dreams, she might end up making you her dream if you treat her right.

So just love her, don’t possess her, or try to control her, or change who she is. Love her in an innocent way, make love to her with passion, and accompany her with no judgment.

Her.

If she could catch your eye or brush your hand.  If you meet on a chance encounter and see the magic fizz between the two of you, if you have known her for years and suddenly feel “that way” about her, or if you have her already and don’t know how to keep her, if you love her—then love her as an action.

Love her with everything you've got.  Respect her as a wonder, not to be held on to or possessed, but to be rejoiced in every moment.

Be the man that she deserves and make love magic rather than expecting it to “just be.”

Do not be selfish in your desire. Work like hell, but do it together.

Grasp life by the wings and sail with her, not on her.

Do not crave her heart. Instead, honor it and treasure the parts she shows you, knowing that it was created to be free.

Do not be jealous of her smile, her laugh, her body or her love. They are only yours if she gives them to you. You will never own them.

Realize the absurdity of wanting security when life itself is insecure and finite. Accept that the only integral promise she can make is to tell you the truth. No “forever,” no “till death do us part,” only truth. And that’s enough.

See it her way.  Even if she can't see it yours.

Smile at the pleasure she brings to others and do not resent it and wish it all for you.

Respect her past as she does and know that it is only her past that brought her here and that without it you would never have found her. She has chosen you.

Do not use intimacy as a reassurance of love, but be secure in yourself and know that she does not control your happiness and is not here to fix any unease with your life.

Do not crave her gentle moans and whispers and never, ever expect them. Bask in the beauty of those moments and show her all of you in return.

Let her fly and do not stunt her desires because you are scared of losing her to them. Support her dreams; entwine yourself in them if she wants you there. But let her go too. Give her freedom and choice because in following her heart she is most happy.

Love her fully.  With intent.  With passion.  Selflessly.  And with all of you. 

The way true love demands.