Of course I will marry the man that captivates my heart.In fact, I hope that he is an ordinary man that my heart will find extraordinary.
But in the meantime, would you mind if I dreamed, just a little bit?
I have always wanted to date a man who is obsessed with the 1950s. And maybe that’s why I bought this 1949 house and have the vintage kitchen gadgets that I do. Please allow me to describe him to you. :-)
He’d drive one of those lovely white-and-aqua-colored boats with shark fins, the whole apparatus reminiscent of a tube of toothpaste. It would be a convertible with a purple classic license plate, but he’d use it as his everyday car.
I’d get in the habit of wrapping my hair in a kerchief and tying it around my chin so that the rush of wind wouldn’t mess up my hair.
I’d wear red heels for him with jeans that cuffed up real high. We’d have conservative values and traditional gender roles, yet pursue tattoo conventions and rockabilly music on the weekends. We’d live in my lovely little 1950s house, squeezing into my cozy little kitchen most of the time, where I’d get to wear my favorite apron daily as I cooked.
After washing dishes together, he’d shed his greaser style, play the piano for me while I sat atop it, and I’d sing – because I’d no longer have to be shy about that.
Oh, my handsome 1950s man, where are you? We've got a special decade to live out and make last a lifetime!
