It was a comment left by Families.com family member JadeWalker on For Men Who Do Not Wear Their Wedding Band… that gave me the guts to make my next admission: sometimes I find myself checking out good looking guys. A certain type of good looking guy in particular.
But before you either defend this as my natural right or land blast me about not being a devoted enough wife, let me explain a little further.
The Kind of Guy Who Catches My Eye
I tend to go for the tall, athletic types with dark hair. Not too bulky, but not too skinny either. I don’t like an overabundance of muscles, but cut well enough to know he has some. The kind of guy I’m attracted to is less football player built and more track and field shapely.
He’s also got to have a confident air about him. A sure stride, set shoulders, and purposeful movements.
The Same Guy Consistently Catches My Attention
When we lived in Jacksonville we spent almost every weekend, all weekend, at the beach. I’d play volleyball the entire time (except for mini-breaks to bob in the waves and cool down). Wayne, however, would sometimes get bored and want to go for a walk or, when he was preparing for his Ironman, would go for training runs, rides, or swims.
I’d keep an eye out for him to return and that’s when I’d happen to notice this one guy. Tall, dark-haired, toned, and tanned. Again and again this guy would catch my eye and immediately perk my interest.
Well, as the guy would get closer, wouldn’t you know who it was? Yep, Wayne!
Guess He’s the One
It happens other places too, not just the beach. Like when we were in D.C. a couple weeks ago.
I was waiting in the lobby while Wayne went to do something. (I think check with the concierge about where to eat or something.) Suddenly this guy emerges from the gift shop and sets my heart going pitter pat as he heads my way.
I was so intrigued by this handsome man and embarrassed at what a strong reaction I was having towards him (and the prospect of him being in my general vicinity)…until it hit me who he was: Wayne.
Then I cracked up and let a befuddled looking Wayne in on my joke. (He didn’t think it was funny. He just shook his head and thought I was being a nut as usual.)
Ah well, it’s times like that that remind me my dream was dead-on: he is the one for me.
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