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I want a woman who will let me “Love Lucy” and, yes, the “Stooges” too. . . .
She might even let me watch , unless she wants to play, an occasional or baseball game. . . .
I want a woman who will let me be close--even if we’re kinda sweaty or muddy—maybe even smell a little. (Once in a while.) . . .
I would like a woman who’d let me love her and get to know her again day after day. . . .
A woman who’ll to our children and let me read to her. . . .
Who finds it romantic to laugh in the rain, walk on the sand, and play in the snow, bask in the sun. (You are my sunshine, you know!) . . .
A lady who likes classical, jazz, and country;and oldies and all good singin’ songs and all good stuff; who doesn’t mind cutting up the kitchen floor, even if she has to lead every now and again. . . .
I want a woman who will spend real alone with God and will expect that I do too. . . .
Did I skip mariachi music? She should be fond of that as well.) . . .
I want a woman with a brain who will fight me tooth and nail on the principles that matter; but with enough compassion (heart) to let me have a point or two, or to just let me down easy like. . . .
One who’ll believe me when I tell her now and then
I think she really looks good in whatever dress or skirt she might be doing me the honor of wearing. . . .
I’d like a girl who’d do her best to deal with my hairy chin or smooth-soft skin,
or whatever mood it is I happen to be in. . . .
I want a woman who will be with me when I’m sad--to hold me,
and one who will cry with me and always let me do the same for her. . . .
I want a woman who will fish and hike with me.
And do just about all I do, if that’s her cup of tea. . . .
A woman who will let me do the dishes for a kiss
(or maybe two). . . .
I want a woman who will tell me,
how much she loves my cooking and my “funny” jokes and such . . . .
Is that too much to ask? . . .
I think not. . . .
In the end, I think--I really do believe--
I’ll get all of that and more . . .
I’ll have the woman of my dreams,
the one that I’ll adore. . . .