I Am The Guy Who Believes In Forever

I am the guy.

I am the guy you see over there in the corner of the bar. I’m wearing jeans and an old shirt. I’m nursing a vodka/tonic.

I am the guy that’s quietly watching the TV over the bar. I’m not staring into my phone.

I am the guy that notices you when you walk in. I see you look around, scanning for people you know, or perhaps someone you’d like to know.

I am the guy who sees the hesitation and insecurity inherent in your movements. I see the shirt just a little too low cut, the fold of your jeans you finally settled on after eight different hits and misses in front of the mirror, and the strand of hair that doesn’t quite do what you want it to do.

I am the guy that notices your shoes.

I am the guy you are going to marry.

I am the guy that’s not the tallest person in the bar, and not the shortest. I am the guys that’s not the strongest, and not the weakest.

I am the quiet one in the bar.

I am the guy that prefers life to social media.

I am the guy that can change a diaper and a flat tire.

I am the guy you are looking for.

Open your eyes.

I am the guy that doesn’t fucking care what other people think. Only what you think.

I am the guy that won’t be your fuck boy, for I am not a boy.

I am the guy that will teach you how to make love, not just fuck. You will want to practice this every single day.

I am the guy that’s not intimidated by your body.

I am the guy that knows that while I didn’t write the rules of how your body reacts and responds to men, I do understand them. Which means I know what you want and need – which is not humping mindlessly away on you… and then asking how good that was.

I am not alone. We are legion. Open your eyes. You keep looking for me. Open your eyes. Have the courage to open them.

I am the guy who can command any room I walk into.

I am the guy who is a bad boy with brains. I did not peak in high school.

I am the guy who will love you forever if I say I will.

I am the guy you cannot lie to.

I am the guy you will introduce to your parents.

I am the guy who cries when the dog dies in the movie.

I am the guy who loves your brain, your curiosity, your insecurity, your imperfectly beautiful beyond words you, way more than our body.

I am the guy that doesn’t define you or measure you on how you look. I am the guy that tells you that you look better in jeans and a t-shirt with no makeup, and again at dawn’s first light.

I am the guy that will stand by you when the crush of life is at it’s mother fucking worse for you and all seems broken and lost.

I am the guy that will challenge you. The one who will not let you settle, no matter how hard you try.

I am the guy whose eyes you will meet across a crowded room. My eyes will tell you that I am yours and you are mine.

I am the guy that will hold you tight.

I am the guy that will never give up on us, on you, on life.

Find me.

For I am your guy.