Kimberleigh Leighton was a thirty-nine-year-old, single, never married, very attractive woman, who was still waiting to meet Mr. Right.
Her love life in the past had been a horrible mess. She had gone through one man after the other, hoping for that elusive chemistry to flare up, but it never did. Since college she'd had twenty-four lovers, most of them she'd had moved in with only to move out within a month or two. Her relationships never lasted more than three months, followed by three months of no sex before she'd start another sexual relationship. She was not really promiscuous. She had went through only two men a year, but they had added up over the years which now looked like she had been a slut. Maybe in a way she had been slutty, but she had been desperate to find someone to settle down with and start a family. Finally after more than twenty men, she had given up on them. She then had moved on and started a relationship with a woman. It had lasted much longer, almost a year. The sex, even though toys were used, was exceptionally good and exciting.
That changed five years ago after she'd found religion. She had become a Christian and had vowed never to get into a sexual relationship again until she was married. It has been a little over five years, and so far, so good.
Right now she was sitting outside on her porch, her laptop computer on her lap and was getting ready to type what she wanted in a man.
MY MAN
Has to be kind even when kindness is not returned
Respects all people, no matter what color skin they have
Has to be intelligent (though not necessarily a genius)
Has to be passionate about his work, whether he's a lowly waiter or a CEO
If he is rich, he has to be generous in giving and helping others less fortunate
Has to be a man who loves God above all else
Has overcome obstacles in his life
Appreciates nature from a Christian perspective instead of evolutionary
Has accepted Christ as his Savior
Kimberleigh stopped because the next thoughts that popped into her head weren't very Christian-like. They were simply pornographic. She'd gone over five years without sex so that was to be expected. But so what? It was perfectly normal to think about sex. Humans were sexual beings. Above all, she wanted to be precise. She wrote on, but this time it was sensual.
He has to love the feel of skin on skin and can't get enough touching, snuggling, and caressing
He kisses so good that my toes would curl and I would feel faint
Has a wild imagination in bed
Has to be well endowed (not gigantic, but something on the large side)
Can go all night on occasion
Wants to have more than two babies with me
She stopped again, looking up and down the street before turning her attention back to her typing.
He'll love ancient history and archeology
He'll be a courteous driver and won't have an episode of road rage if he is cut off
He will cook once in a while
He'll rub my shoulders and feet after a long day at work
He'll go on trips with me to different countries where our sponsored children live (be it Sudan, Rwanda, Somalia, or any other so called "dangerous" or "poor" country)
Through a video camera, Kimberleigh's neighbor, Gregory Kimble, was recording what she was typing into her laptop. After she went into her house, he hooked it up to his computer and read what she wrote.
He scanned the list. "That's quite the list you have there, Kimberleigh," he said to himself. "How I would like to be that man," he said, after reading what she was looking for in the bedroom.
The next day, Kimberleigh was out walking in the park when she bumped into a man. He was unmovable, but she just bounced off him and fell backward onto her butt. She hadn't been paying any attention. She had been thinking too much about the list she had written yesterday.
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry!" She scrambled to her feet and looked up at the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her life. He was well over six feet tall, solidly built. Somewhere in his mid to late thirties. Dark blonde hair that was wavy. Eyes so blue it was like staring up into the clear blue sky. His smile was beautiful...white teeth and full lips that promised a kiss that could curl her toes and make her feel faint. She saw a tattoo peeking out at the side of his neck.
He could be the guy on her list. Except she hadn't written down anything about tattoos, but she didn't mind them.
She blushed when she realized that she was staring. Then she couldn't move, couldn't speak. All she could do was stare at him. And a strange heat began flowing through her body, getting hotter with each moment. For the first time in her miserable sex life, she felt something for a man without even sleeping with him. He's the one, was all she could think about.
"Do you have a name, beautiful lady?" he asked politely, even though he already knew her name.
"Kimberleigh Leighton," she breathed. "But you can call me Kim." That was it? It was over? She couldn't let that happen so soon. "You know," she said in her most normal voice, "would it be too much to ask if you could go out for coffee with me."
The man's eyebrows rose in surprise. Must be desperate, was his first thought. He cocked his head, as if thinking about what she'd asked. Then he asked, "Do you have a habit of asking men out on dates that you don't know?"
Kimberleigh felt her face redden as she let out a very awkward laugh. "Occasionally." Then she squeezed her eyes shut in mortification. Did she just say she asked out men on dates occasionally? The truth was that she had never asked anyone out. "What is your name?"
"Gregory Kimble," he told her with a smile. "But you can call me Greg."
