A Single Southern Guy in America

March 10, 2003

Could I Still Be Jen's Man?

Could I Still Be Jen’s Man?

I guess I finally must be prompted to respond to Jen’s additions to her “Man Page.” One because she added to it shortly after my original post, and because I noticed all these referrals from a blog I had never heard of before with the heading “Those Sound Like Fighting Words To Me.” Didn’t know she was so popular…*smile and wink* So with no further adieu, to the additions:

8. He must like dogs. You’ll remember there was a bit of confusion on this point and in the comments I was vindicated by fellow Arkie, Rita. Here is her addition to requirement 8:

“Now, I can understand that dogs need to be dogs and that there are times when dogs will get messy. I can deal with this. just want them clean before they are jumping up on my bed. I also don't want small dogs. Yuck. Who wants to pet a Kleenex? I'll take some nice big labs of huskies any day.”

Okay, now that it is settled and Labradors are acceptable, I would presume to be more of a lock than ever before. I wonder if she’d mind giving the dogs a bath after we return from a duck or goose hunt in the gumbo mud of the Mississippi River Delta?

11. He must desire to baby me when I'm sick. I hate being sick. Be a good man when I'm sick and make me something to eat and take care of me. (Plus know what my favorite kind of apple juice is. And know that I prefer that over OJ when I'm sick.)

No problem. I’m a Pisces (which really doesn’t mean anything) and we are the most nurturing of all the signs. Plus, I earned the nickname of ‘Mother’ in Army basic training because of my tendency to dot over my fellow ailing soldiers. Should have been a medic I guess…Oh, and apple juice over OJ—got it.

12. He must put family before his job. I don't want to marry a man who puts his family second in his life. I don't think that I could marry someone like that. I just want to be with a man who has his priorities right.

I just lay out my life priorities that I defined when I was the tender and green age of seventeen:

God, Family, Country. In that order. Thank God, those have not changed.

As to the Harrison Ford look-alike, I still haven’t heard from anyone on that issue. I’m inclined to think not, but I did stay at a movie theatre with a cousin when I was kid and watch Raiders of the Lost Ark five times in a row. What was my Aunt thinking?

And, Josh, The Fearsome Pirate of Indiana, don't worry about me. I'm harmless. Sorry you have to live in Indiana, though.

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