Sunday, July 31, 2005

M.W.L.L.A.M

my friend lisa, who recently got married, set her younger sister up with a m.w.l.l.a.m: "man who looks like a man." all has worked out well and her sister and this "man who looks like a man" are engaged to be married next summer. this idea that lisa has, of how important it is to find a "man who looks like a man" has provided numerous hours of entertainment for the rest of my gilfriends and I. what are the attributes required in order for one to look like a man, as opposed to a guy or a boy? lisa has never really defined it for us but i've always assumed she meant "older, masculine"? who the hell knows. all i know is lisa's vision of what constitutes a man, is more along the lines of a "dad who looks like a dad."

recently, i've met a man who i consider to be a total "m.w.l.l.a.m" and i tell you, this is one fine piece of a man. i hired P to install gallery flooring for the art gallery project in our building and unlike most of the prototypcial image of men who do floors (you know: 75 years old, groggy, mean, 300 lbs, usually named Bruno wearing plaid shirts with sweat pants and suspenders), P is one of the kindest men i have ever met, not to mention he's easy on the eyes and has a wicked manchester english accent. i don't know how many contractors would be so generous as to take a $1000 off his fees just because he respects the work you do and offers to hire some of your youth to work for him? so anyway, i now have a crush on a 40 year old man, but in the most platonic/non-erotic way. this is quite a departure for me, given most of my high-school crushes revolved around younger men with the last name Ng! lol. the best analogy i can come up with is linda's crush on sean connery or janey's realization that she is attracted to certain fat men. speaking of my best bud linda, she was fortunate enough to meet P yesterday and agrees whole-heartedly with me that this is one dreamy man. i wish i had a better photo of him to plaster all over my blog but this will have to do in the meantime. (in order to protect P and MY privacy, password is last 4 digits of my cell #). da-ha

this morning, i had to wake up early to open up the office for P so he could finish his work. being the nice man that he is, he took me out for breakfast as a thanks, knowing i dread 8am wake-up calls on a sunday morning. after actually having a conversation witht P about his life, i decided he really is one super cool man-dad-ex-husband-boyfriend etc. its nice to get to know the people you work with and the layers of their life stories, as opposed to just contractors who you feel nothing but disconnected with. i met with 6 different floor contractors and from the get-go, liked P the most because he was the most sincere. my gut instincts are always right. in the end, a man is not so great if he just LOOKS like a man or wears man-belts or drives expensive man-cars. kindness and the ability to just be genuine, amongst many other things, defines a good man and overall, a good person. after meeting P, i've decided that i want to exude that kindness and goodness that P does. yeah yeah, i know, i can only be myself but like eng wrote in one of her entries and i quote because i love it so much for its realness:
"I never wanted to be a good person. i always wanted to be cool, or interesting, or smart, or pretty. never good. now all i want to be is good, and all i want to feel is good about myself."


ps: yes the BF knows about my crush, i couldn't wait to tell him. haha. and my BF is the coolest mofo' around because he's met P and agrees with me that P is one helluva handsome man!

3 Comments:

Blogger Shaky Jake said...

what about a bwllam...a boy who looks like a man...is it wrong to want him?...not that I'm speaking for myself...

How is it that I don't have the last 4 digits of your cell phone? I only managed to get the first 3. What are the chances of that happening?

2:35 PM  
Blogger vtnn said...

khiem! nobody wants you! you're a b.w.l.l.r.g: boy who looks like ross gellar. and why don't you have all the digits to my number...is that why you never call?

12:46 AM  
Blogger Shaky Jake said...

I never call because you keep calling me Mr. David Schwimmer. I prefer just David.

8:43 PM  

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