Sunday realizations

Today I did very little.... well that's not exactly true. I cleaned my apartment from top to bottom. I even scrubbed inside the cupboard under the sink, where I keep the garbage. I washed the white doors on the cabinets in my kitchen, I dusted the bookshelves, I scoured the bathrooms. And now I feel clean. I would say that cleaning for me, at times can be quite therapeutic. Then I went grocery shopping, and picked up items for a delicious soup. Garlic and ginger sizzled in olive oil, then in goes yams and carrots, some apple, red lentils, and broth and let boil. Add spices and presto you have a delicious hearty soup. It was a lovely, slow Sunday. Starting off slow with a book in bed and some coffee. Followed by a hearty breakfast sandwich, complete with wilted spinach and fried ham. Egg was cooked just perfectly if you ask me, although of course no one did. Its funny, as I go along with my day to day living sometimes I have this very prominent thought.... I would make someone a great partner. I say this with utmost caution (because although I am working on the confidence thing, I am not great at tooting my own horn. But I would be good at sharing a Sunday with someone. Sneaking off to the kitchen to make the perfect breakfast sandwich, runny egg and all, and bringing it back to share in bed. I guess what I need is someone who is looking for those kind of moments. The simple intimacy of every day life. D and I never had that, because it was always rushed. Even in the long weekends we had together, there was always a sense that it was going to end. I want more than that. I deserve a man who is not going anywhere on Sunday. Who will not be getting on a ferry, to go back to his wife. I deserve a man who wants me to be his wife.