Relationship [Rolling].

I recently read an article about how it’s a women’s job to “keep a man interested in her.”  It startled me. It talked about the countless ways of how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

It is not, has never been, and never will be my job to “keep him interested.”  My only job is to know deeply in my soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that I am worthy of interest. I trust my worth in this very way.  I’m attractive in the most important sense of the word: you see, I want to attract a man who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in me.  I want the man who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows I am interesting.

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way my head tilts to the side when I smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf —as long as he can play with the children I give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like me.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to me.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives me the space to exercise the strength that is in my heart.

I don’t care how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects me to a place of honor in my home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about his past relationships—as long as he paints the canvas of our lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised differently—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with me, is deeply sacred.

Because in the end, the only thing I should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be ME.

Finding a loving, lifelong companion is dependent upon at least one of us figuring this out. I’m praying for you.