Being a lady is a great thing. There are too many moments where I bless my maker for this fine sculpture. When I walk tall in town, the whistles do not stop. The compliments flow. All these things complete every diva.
The day a man proposes, it’s like heaven on earth. The way we love to be loved… Only God understands that language of the heart.
I love a tidy house with all things nicely arranged. I do not mind doing all the chores myself and not calling for a house-keeper. It just gives me great joy to know that I am able to cook for my man and clean up after him. I feel honoured to cook and serve this person who chose me out of all the other gorgeous girls out there. However, knowing that there are limits is important. If you are so tired from doing all those house chores that you don’t have time for cuddling, kissing and bonding with your partner, then you might have a problem.
A conversation with a male friend of mine opened my eyes to this. I was asking a guy friend of mine what happened to the girl he loved so much. They were so in love, it looked like a dream and their future was brighter than the sun. His answer was imple.
“I was not looking for a maid in my girl, but a partner.”
“What do you mean?”
He explained that she was super tidy. She found dirt even in the smallest of corners and she was always cleaning. She would wake up around 5am to wash windows and cook breakfast. They basically did not have mornings together, or watch TV without her fetching the feather duster to wipe something. He was fed up with being on his own and watching his “maid” do all the chores.
After that conversation, I looked deep inside my soul. I asked myself which type I was. Was I playing maid? I jotted down all the little chores that I do and tried to calculate the time I spend with my partner. This made me realise where many of us women lose it. As much as it gives us great pleasure to serve, we must have our limits. Romance must not die in the name of tidying up the house. I had little time for my partner, even just to look him in the eyes and catch up. At most, I would ask him how his day was while my concentration was on that boiling pot in the kitchen.
He wants a lover, not a maid. I might as well consider getting a house keeper before I lose my man to my own tidiness.