Good lord above, this is the best story. And the best part about it is this man actually exitst. Josh Lucas better be playing him in the film version!
Gracious, this man meant business. All my life, in all my silly dating, in all my shenanigans with surfers and high achievers and frat boys and playmates, I’d never been with a man who was so real with me, so direct—except for the guy who put me on his life insurance after our fourth date, but that doesn’t count. Marlboro Man was so willing to put himself out there, so unafraid to put forth his true feelings, I simply wasn’t used to it. I was used to head games, to tactics, to apathy, to aloofness. When it came to love and romance, I’d developed a rock-solid tolerance for mediocrity. And here, in two short weeks, Marlboro Man had blown it all to kingdom come. There was nothing—absolutely nothing—mediocre about Marlboro Man.
Seriously he exists. Do you have to have grown up inthe middle of no where to be like this?
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Coming to pick you up,” he said. Mmmm, there he was, taking charge again. Why did I love it when Marlboro Man took charge? It made my heart skip a beat, made me feel flushed and excited and thrilled. After four years with J, I was sick and tired of Orange Country surfer-ness. Laid back, I’d discovered, was no longer something I wanted in a man. And when it came to his affection for me, Marlboro Man was anything but laid back. “I’ll be there at five.” Yes sir. Anything you say, sir. I’ll be ready.
A man who takes charge, who is not afraid to tell you how he feels about you, a man who provides and says this is how its going to be. Ree is one lucky lady, and I love her story. If you're not into the story, check out her site for, if nothing else, the food!
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