As you can see by Dolores’ picture alone, how I would be attracted to her and find her most appealing. If you add to that her engaging smile, her warm and inviting nature and her most sincere attitude, you could not help but love the woman. And everyone that ever met her did love her. Most impressive among her admirers were other women. Except for the fact that at 50 years old she still most wonderfully fit in a size 3, she did not garner the distain that women usually shower upon other women that can eat anything they wish and still gain no weight.
As for men, I noticed on many occasions, (since we worked together) men of all ages would strain their necks to get a long lingering look at her. This always made me smile because when I brought this to her attention I knew she never believed me. One day she caught a glimpse of a man of around 60 and his grandson of 20 something starring agog at her in the mirror. I remember she turned so red, this was the only time I ever saw her speechless.
So you can see my attraction to her, but why in the world was she attracted to me? When we first started dating I was a mess! I had just a month before broke off a relationship that could be best described as the Hulk meets Sybil. I hated women; thought all of them were just a big pain in the ass. I smoked, suffered from anxiety, had uncontrolled high blood pressure, and must have been the most wonderful company. So I could not for the life of me; understand what it was she saw in me or why.
I do not write this to pound my chest or brag (well maybe a little) but mostly to help other men understand what may be important to the lady in their lives and to appreci
ate the lesson I learned.
I will never know all the reasons she loved me but I did learn a couple. The first, she told me, and I stood with my mouth open in disbelief at what she valued as significant. You see early in our courtship I was invited to her apartment for dinner and as always I seem to arrive early, she was ironing her top for work the next day and I could not help but notice the iron had no steam holes and had a cloth cord. This meant it dated to at least the 50’s and maybe the 40’s. She would iron awhile and then holding the iron aloft she would shake it a few times and return to ironing the top. I asked her why she shook the iron and she said that it had a small short and if she shook it every once in a while it would stay hot. I thought of asking her why she just didn’t buy a new one but I didn’t know her that well and so I kept my own consul.
The next time I was invited to dinner, a few days later, I brought her a brand new iron; this one had steam holes and everything! You would have thought I had brought her the Hope Diamond. Tears welled up in her eyes and she held and kissed me as if this gift had been a secret desire all her life. Later she confided that she was so moved because I had notice a need and took care of it without being asked!
All I thought was that she needed a new iron, no big deal! So gentlemen take this lesson to heart, it must be a really big deal. And if you figure it out please let me know, I still think she just needed a new iron. The second thing I learned came from her stepdad, who she loved as if he was her real father, a wonderful man who has kept in touch with me throughout this whole ordeal. He calls me regularly to see how I am holding up and he has only known me a very short time.
Once during a call he told me that he was teasing Dolores one day when we were visiting them and asked her what she saw in an old, bald, fat guy like me anyway. And she told him that for one reason, she loved me because I thought she was smart. Imagine that, she loved me because I seem to have a keen grasp of the obvious. You see here is a woman that graduated Cum Laude from High School and was accepted in 1979 into MENSA which in 1979 accepted very few women. It was a different time then; a decade in which women were just starting to demand equal rights that they take for granted today.
So I guess the moral to the story is buy your love an iron and tell her she is smart and you too can have a love unlike anything you ever dreamed.
Thinking of my Goddess,
The Demonmaster
