I’m not entirely sure this is appropriate to share…but it felt important to my soul to write this down today, so here goes nothing!
This is a long-running emotional fantasy of mine that involves the future Man of My Dreams, and it goes something like this…
I’m feeling overwhelmed and a bit ragged around the edges. The kind of ragged where you can’t seem to put your eyeliner on quite right so one eye ends up looking bigger than the other, and no matter how many hours of sleep you log, you still feel tired.
The kind of tired no amount of sleep, or yoga, or eating better is going to make a dent in because you are emotionally drained and what you really need is a good hard…CRY.
In my fantasy world, when I’m feeling like this here’s what would happen next.
Man of My Dreams would notice I haven’t quite been my usual smiling and cheerful self today and at that realization, a knowing grin would slowly creep across his face.
He’s grinning because he knows exactly what I need and that he’s the one who can provide it.
When he knows he can provide something I need, he gets this amped-up, supercharged feeling of excitement inside because providing something for the woman who loves him and cheers him on (even on the days it feels like the rest of the world is trying to flatten him), just does something to his insides that he could never put into words. He can’t wait to do something for me that he’s pretty sure only he can do!
While I’m in the bathroom (probably still trying to get that eyeliner on right), he sets the stage.
He begins by rearranging the couch cushions so there’s room for both of us to recline on it, and then, he strategically places a tissue box and a glass of water within arms reach. Finally, he lays down on the couch and calls out to me,
“Hey, sweetie can you come here for a minute?”
From down the hall, I answer,
“Sure, just give me a sec to finish this eyeliner.”
Eventually, I give up on the eyeliner and move towards the living room where I see that he is sprawled out on the couch with his strong arms wide open.
“Hey, there. Get over here. Get into my arms!” (a soft smile on his face)
What woman could resist that face and that invitation (even if she is still annoyed about the eyeliner), am I right?
As I half collapse, half fling myself into his arms he says to me,
“Hey, I’ve noticed you’ve been a little tired today. Is everything ok?”
I mumble some well-worn lines about “everything being fine, just busy lately, blah-blah-blah,” but I’m already starting to feel rejuvenated because there’s something about his soft t-shirt and the way he smells that just makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.
He listens to my mumblings about being busy, and when I’m done sweeping my emotional fatigue under the rug he says,
“I think what you might need is a good cry. Would it be okay if I just held you here and let you cry until you feel better?”
At that point in the fantasy, I’d pretty much dissolve into a heap of tears and sobs for at least the next twenty minutes, letting all I am feeling (and even things I didn’t know I was feeling) bubble to the surface and flow out. And you, dear reader, I’m embarrassed to admit, would not want to be anywhere near that couch because it would become a hazmat scene of snotty and tear-filled tissues, but OMG would I feel like a whole new woman ready to take on the day!
Of course, I’d look a hideous mess when I’d finished crying (and all that wrestling with the eyeliner would have been for naught), but I’d feel 10 years younger, 10 pounds lighter, and like I must be the absolute luckiest girl in the world to be nestled in the arms of such an amazing magical beast of a man.
And The Man of My Dreams?
Well, he might be a tad concerned that someone so tiny could produce so many tears in such a short amount of time, but he’d also feel like he’s just won every award and medal in the history of man-dom for being the manliest of men because when I finished crying I would look up at him and smile a happy smile and he would know that he has the magical ability to make the woman he loves feel all better!
I don’t know where this fantasy first originated, but boy does it make me excited to think about a man who would know that what I need is an emotional release when my instinct would be to sweep my emotional fatigue under the rug! Do you ever wish for this, too?
I wonder how many men out there know that sometimes all it takes to become the forever hero in the eyes of the woman he loves is a pair of strong arms and a box of tissues?