What Women Want (bandwagon jumper #1)

So the laydeez are posting in their droves on the topic of choice. I, for one, won't miss this opportunity to add my 10c worth. Like many before me, I won't presume to know what ALL women want. But I can comment on what I wish for all women. And because I'm feeling quite soppy this afternoon (after having just revelled in the glorious presence of my mother-in-law to be [one day] at lunch), I'll tell you I wish upon all you laydeez a loved-one like mine.

I'm not sure why things are particularly good right now. Perhaps it's because we've been discussing, a lot lately, the likelihood of my (potential) pending departure from this brown land for 12 months. For those of you who know my man, you'll know he and I aren't much into displays of public affection - much as we are in love. This stems largely from us sharing the same friends from prior to us getting together almost eight years ago. We're private with our affection because we don't like to make friends and acquaintances feel uncomfortable, we like to be engaged with for our own personalities (not our couple-ness) and we like to keep what is ours, ours. But I thought, just this once, I'd let you in on the things I want - and get - from my Puku.

* he is rational and fiercely loyal.
* he would never betray a confidence. Ever.
* he loves his family as much as I love mine.
* he never breaks a promise (I can find anything out this way...)
* he is cautious when meeting people but surprises them with a wit that won't quit when finally comfortable.
* he loves dogs.
* he dislikes cats (I'm allergic).
* he indulges me my fantasies.
* he is kind to our friends.
* he doesn't shoot his mouth off.
* he loves breakfasts out on the weekends. We share a passion for a cooked brekky over a newspaper.
* he is hot. and has an arse like a racehorse. (Muscly, not huge.)
* he's a great cook.
* he gives the most incredible cuddles from behind. I DETEST the term 'spooning', but his talent for this is amazing. Mostly because we've got this thing where the top of one person's foot rests on the sole of the other's...
* he has excellent circulation.
* he is focussed, works incredibly hard and has a creativity that astounds me.
* he encourages me to try new things.
* he makes the best coffee.
* he is quietly proud of me.
* he's my best friend.

Ok, that's enough sap for one year. But I truly wish that every one of you beautiful ladies out there gets to enjoy the kind of pleasure I've enjoyed over the past seven years and nine months (oooh yes, I mean in THAT way too!) Now go forth and find your respective hotnesses. And if you've already done so, go plan that romantic dinner you've been waiting for him to organise.

I love junkets (and not the custardy type)

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Originally uploaded by Puku e Puku.

I haven't had that many junkets in my time, but this one takes the cake. Or custardy junket. You choose.
So this is the view I woke up to from my hotel window on Saturday morning. Pretty rough, huh? Yeah, well if I can make you even more jealous, the waking up bit followed a five course meal with a rather large selection of wines the night before.
But, as they say, there's no such thing as a free lunch. And if that saying can be applied to dinners as well, it would seem 'they' are right. I paid for it dearly the next day. So although this picture captures a refined, tasteful morning setting, the camera would have told a rather different story had it been turned 180 degrees. Oh yes. Hangover central. In fact, I got so drunk the night before, when my beloved and I returned to our room, I picked a ridiculously irrational fight, to which he responded with a mature and fitting - potentially even conciliatory - act... he filled the tub in our lush bathroom. And what did I do? Well, I promptly fell asleep.
So, it just shows, you can take your lover away on a romantic weekend at one of the nicest five star hotels in the state - and still swiftly render yourself scoreless.
Oh well, we laughed about it the next morning over a cooked breakfast and I found solace in a half hour massage at the day spa before we left. Jealous? Cope.