domesticated

I hadn’t ever paid attention to how unattractive being the domestic type is in the perspective of a man. At the tail end of June, I was camping in Payson with My Pal Pete. Now, Pete, he wasn’t trying to leave that impression. He was just making conversation about different women in different friends of his lives and how months or years into the relationship, Domestic is kind of what they settled into- and that settling sort of summed them up.

Until that walk on the rim that day, I had considered my efficiency in the home one of my finer qualities- ( some of my other finer qualities are not to be mentioned on blogs) and I was rather proud of things like my French Onion Soup or my baked potato in a sock trick to ward off an ailing ear infection in a crying baby… Nope, ends up all that stuff is rather unattractive to the greater part of the male persuasion.

That sucks. The house I keep, the dinner I put on the table, the 2am advice on ear infections and always being available at every party in attendance, or not, to manage everyones kids- it had become who I am. I was vying for Martha Stuarts job- and I was glad to be in her dust.
Jake enjoys confidence in a woman. Sometimes down right cockiness. But what I’m confident in isn’t business or someones bottom line- I don’t know about dividends or the rules at office parties. I’m so unpolished that Sam was embarrassed to take me to his work parties all those years. He would leave me home telling me wives weren’t invited.

I’m just not your girl for coffee talk. Really. I am too passionate about most things to have some passive opinion about either individuality or family- history or my take on where we are headed as a country or the world… you really cant take me anywhere.

Ive noticed about myself lately that I’m not as well read as I’d like to be and that probably has a lot to do with the fact that dinner- for the entire neighborhood- really is at 5- and you can believe it will be made from scratch… with some fly by the seat of my pants secret recipe- and I wont have shaved my legs to serve it either.

Id like to re-direct my energies to a more sexy line if living- but I just cant bring myself to abandon the parts of me I like the most… And feeding all those people is my favorite part of myself.

Now Pete wasn’t calling me unsexy… we have too much fun when we’re together for that… he just showed me the other side of the coin. “Not every thing is for every body” as Jill Scott says… I’ll stick with single then. I just wont be able to force myself into that other box.