Man

Man

A Story by Kathryn Smith

I don't get paid to babysit anyone 

I'm only looking for the one to love 


I need a man 

A man 

Who can act like a man


Last June, I was walking down the street in Killarney, Ireland. 

I was feeling particularly confident that day and felt like I could run the town if I could. 

As I strutted down the street - a man walked towards me. 

He looked extremely pleased with what he saw, so I flashed him a smile. 

He raised one eye brow up and gave me a wink as we passed each other. 

A flashback slipped into my mind. 

The last moment like this, occurred in the streets of Paris. 

There, it seemed almost every man I saw liked what they saw. 

I was even acknowledged by a military man. 

In France you have to be very careful around them. 

Tourists try to take pictures - but this is not allowed. It's deeply frowned upon; if they catch you taking a picture, they'll call you over and make you delete it. 

In Paris - in March of 2014; my friend looked into my eyes and asked. 

"What do look for in a man? Why do you like older men?" 

Back then; my innocent 22 year old self thought older men had it all together. 

Fast forward two years and I've learned quite a lot. 


So. What DO I look for in a man now? 


I want a man who protects. 

A man who brings out the woman in me. 

I want a man who can act like a man. 

No mind games. 

No commitment issues.

No fights with mom. 

I want a man who knows what he wants.

A man who is strong on the outside and the inside. 

A man who is passionate about his work. 

A man who can be dominant in bed...

and a man who lets you take charge when you want. 

I want a man who writes, reads, and appreciates the arts. 

A man who dresses well and enjoys the finer things in life - along with the simple things. 

I want a real man. 

A man who loves God. 

A man who can be a complete and utter goofball - yet knows how to be serious at the appropriate times. 

Last but not least; I want a kind man. 

A man who loves kids. 

Because in order to live - having kids is one way to carry yourself on. 




My good friend Valentin of France just contacted me. 

He means the world to me - even though he likes men himself. 

He strongly suggested I return to France - so we could go see Ezra Hesper; a musician he introduced me to. 

I miss the dream like place - and I especially miss the macrons. 

And of course - I'm not going to lie. 

I miss the men of France. 

For most of the ones who have crossed my path were lovely people. 











© 2016 Kathryn Smith


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Wow. I love women who bare it all
I'm talking feelings.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Kathryn Smith

7 Years Ago

Thank you! :)
An amazing poem on Man, need a man who brings out the woman in you! Thank you Kathryn for sharing your work. While reading my mind filled with emotions so familiar that I could relate well.

Posted 7 Years Ago


The only words that I can possibly think of to comment on this: Bold and Beautiful.

Posted 7 Years Ago


A nice write, Kathryn Smith! I really wish such men are there possessing all those qualities.
Strong on outside and in inside is something very rare, as far as I have seen.
A man who can act like a man, I just hope there are some...
I loved reading this one.. Keep writing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


You are very wise. Life without the touch of love and kindness. Is a worthless life. I liked the logic of your words and thoughts. I would like a year in Europe myself. Thank you dear Kathryn for sharing the amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


Enjoying the simple things . . . I'd say that is defnitely a good quality.

Posted 7 Years Ago


a man that brings the woman out of me ! what else could you want

Posted 7 Years Ago



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