Maybe One Day

Maybe one day I'll meet him

The one

The one who will not be rattled or annoyed

that I leave both pairs of my pajamas hanging on one hook on the bathroom door

and alternate them accordingly before bed each night

the one who won't care that the two dresses hanging on the hook next to the pajamas are my daily go to's in the summer

and that I just change them out for my two favorite pairs of jeans in the winter

Maybe he will just shrug his shoulders and call me a minimalist or eccentric

Maybe one day I'll meet him

the one who won't laugh at the arsenal of supplements I pop in my mouth every morning

just so I can feel like I'm able to function like normal people function.

Who knows...Maybe he will like B12 in the morning too.

Maybe one day, I'll meet the one who knows the green plastic bin next to the dog food

is for recyclables

and he won't throw his plastic bottle in the garbage can...

but in the right place

Maybe I won't have to reflexively punch him in the arm for throwing trash out the car window because he'd never think of doing it anyway.

Maybe one day I'll meet him

The one who will rub my shoulders after a long day

and come into the kitchen and cook with me instead of waiting for me to cook for him

the one who will know that every single air bubble

on every pizza

we will ever eat for the rest of our life together

belongs to me

and...

he will never try to feed me hot avocado.

Maybe one day, I'll meet him.

The one who will accept that

after he has encouraged me to take that fifth shot of vodka

that there will be dancing...and karaoke... and fucking...

In a bar or the living room.

It matters not.

Maybe one day I'll meet him

The one who will want to take off

and go to the beach

just because it's Thursday

and the weekend is too far away.

The one who knows

that he will probably have to do this

in December

and again in February

because winter is the time when my heart cools too

and without the sand and the ocean

we may not make it til spring.

Maybe one day I'll meet him

The one who understands that

I did not sit around and wait for him to rescue me

I rescued myself so that I would recognize him when he arrived.

The one who will understand that

I had fun before he came along and

who will tell me about all the fun he had

before I came along.

The one who will not care that

while I waited for him, I filled the void of loneliness

with warm bodies that were not his

because he filled voids too.

Maybe one day I'll meet him

The one who I miss when he leaves

the one who brings a smile to my face

and a leap to my heart with a hello.

the one who waits for me to get into the house

before he drives away.

the one who knows not to split the pole

because I think it will kill our relationship

quicker than cheating.

maybe one day I will meet the one

who will be as leery to take the key I'm handing him

as I am to hand it to him

the one who will acknowledge that space

not lack of it,

is the key to a successful relationship

with me.

But maybe,

just maybe,

one day

I'll meet the one who I don't require space from.