What Men Want

The now fabulous ‘Reality Expert‘ says ‘Men want women to be nurturing, supportive and gentle’.

“Ladies we get it…you are more than capable of making your own money, running your own businesses, making your own decisions, and negotiating your own deals. That’s not the question…the question becomes do you really WANT to have to pay your own bills, cut your own grass, take out your own trash and fight all your own fights? If your answer to that question is “yes” then more power to you, but I’m more than willing to bet that most women would not mind having a partner to help share the load with. ….Maybe it’s time men chose we before me and women chose family over feminism!” Blog post, I am Feminist Hear Me Roar

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When I read the above paragraph from the post I immediately knew where I stood but I couldn’t help but wonder ‘which woman, under what circumstances would rather be woman-all-BY-herself? But then, we all have the potential to be the result of our individual or collective experiences and unfortunately, sometimes that ‘result’ is merely a reaction to a negative rather than a CHOICE. But that’s a talk for another day. Today, I would rather clarify my own position.

So here goes.

As an unattached female, I am certainly capable of making my own money, setting up and running my own business and doing all – and more – mentioned above. I am also wise enough to acknowledge and joyfully embrace my Designer Desires – the desire to share my life in its entirety, from the uttermost to the innermost with another is wired into my DNA. It’s a designer thing! And regardless what anyone says, every living, breathing human being has a Designer Desire because we were all designed to receive love from God and to give love to God. This insatiable hunger finds its manifestation in humanity is various ways – our desire for intimacy, for sex or for some other ‘fulfilment’ – some have tried more shoes, more branded items, faster cars, more money, bigger, better, more. But the hunger is insatiable if God is not the number one choice.

Having said all that, I put my hand up and openly confess that I want to me married – not because I need him to pay the bills or cut the lawn..but please honey, do cut the lawn… but more importantly, I want to share my life with someone, who loves God and who desires above all things to hear God say ‘well done!’ I want to be intimately involved in helping him become all that God designed him to be and for him to willing be that for me. I want to be vulnerable and naked – yet unashamed – to be challenged and buffed and polished. I want to be iron rubbing up against iron. I want to face the challenges of life with someone who is one with me. I want to be there with him in every and any situation, good, bad or ugly – to stand as one in the face of whatever storm we need to face.

So I’m content to be seen as a disappointment in the eyes of the ‘feminist’. I can live with that because beyond individuality, there is the higher call to unity. Singleness has however taught me to see how easily our unfulfilled need for partnership can force us to become hardened, firm, determined, self-reliant and self-preserving. It is therefore understandable how when a man suddenly darkens her doorway her firmly established battlement and highly developed self-protecting instincts often result in the clash of thunder and lightning of the feminist’s strength – and no date, no marriage and continued need of self-reliance!

No! Not for me. I will happily wear the trousers when I need to set up and run my businesses and the like but I have every intention to leave my trousers at the door when I come home. I have no desire to be KING in my home – it’s hard enough just being woman!

Sparks!

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