5 Foot 11 inch something. Runner’s legs, glowing skin, hair from below the knees till the ankle, brushing down like a slim cover against the occasional nip in the tropical city. Calf muscles to letch at. Toes well-shaped, the perfect arch of the foot, a dancer’s feet. Clean, clipped, cured toe-nails. Feet with the occasional hard-sole of a man who has tread the hard earth to keep fit, yet lick-a-licious. Like abso-fucking-lutely lick-able. Nah, too much porn. Focus. Husband material.
Ladle in one hand, a small kitchen towel in the other. Eyes focused on the spurts of steam and fragrance from the spicy broth in the cauldron. Ears and nose waiting for the final announcement from the oven below, so that the brain can catch a waft of the inherited gift of baked cheese-cake, passed on from generations, to this gay hand. The apron just covering the essentials, otherwise butt-naked, a back that resembles an expert-chiseled, shimmering-in-sweat plank of rosewood, shoulders broad enough to bear three more trays of bake, arms strong enough to knead dough and pound meat alike. Delectable. Again, too hormonal. Re-focus. Hubby stuff !
A voice guttural, yet deep as the dark ocean-gorges beneath a skirt of warm continents. Mellifluous might sound exaggerated, hence masculine, enchanting, energizing, enrapturing. Warm, cinnamon-like, fragrant, soothing, almost-cradling – a violent combination of Yesudas and Pavarotti. Could almost enact Othello on stage, calling out for love, or Papageno from the Magic Flute, making fun of the demons, or just a mushy Mallu lover from the 80′s, waiting for his lotus-eyed, frail-as-a-creeper childhood love on the banks of a river by moonlight. Dreamy-eyed, almost like the Buddha. A bit too spiritual now. What am I imagining?
Have we ever understood what we’d call ‘husband material’? What qualities, or features, interests, occupations, or just characteristics of a person do we perceive as part of that overall package? Does each one of us have a clear picture of how that partner should look like?
It might be a long list of attributes, but what are those key things that tickle our emotions, make us yearn for that person so much that we wished, we woke up every day cuddling up to, or fell asleep like babies lying next to each other? A conversation partner who’d second your best friend at being your psychological coach or personal gossipmonger? A Masterchef to whip up mouth-watering cuisines in the kitchen? An inspiring, intriguing artist? Or just a sexy, suave gentleman?
What is it that makes someone ‘husband material’?
I know. I hope you do.
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I don’t think you really know till you have. That’s when you realize what you’ve actually been looking for.
I disagree
I knew what I was looking for. Mr. Right was there and it took me quite a while to recognize it.
serendipity huh?
I think so too.
To be my husband, he needs to know how to represent his love in all aspects. Be my shoulder to cry on, my best friend; someone fun, because I need the excitement.
Someone who takes all the arguments and even if I’m wrong, convinces himself that I’m right LOL. He goes to the depth to make sure I’m fine and I’ll do the same.
He helps me clean the house, bathes the five pit bulls and cooks: THAT’S PRICELESS! He makes me the number one priority. He stares, smiles and says, “I love you” as often as he can.
If he can meet these requirements, then he would be the boyfriend to carry down the aisle and make the luckiest husband in the world!
I there is no rule to that….however someone with brain and wit is a top runner
Witty, humourous, acerbic every now and then, with a distinct sense of style, and a longing for the better things in life, a definite knowledge of what to read and how to read, of what to watch and what to listen to, open minded, lover among lovers, accepting, kind, generous, to-die-for eyes, to-melt-for smile, good legs and a strong embrace. The rest can be taught along the way
And I thought we women were picky.
welcome to gayality
What makes a husband, husband material? Good looks tend to fade, hopefully someone’s personality lasts longer then a few weeks. I am just looking for someone who will love me for me, and not for anything else but also someone who respects himself and his environment. It’s simple! Or is it? I have been singlr for 6 years now, Toronto as diverse and free as it seems men to be picky here. Hard to meet a man with substance. But meh, life is not meant to be a walk in the park.