Why is it hard to find a man who’s simple, real and true,
Who builds a life, who wants a home, who only wants just you?
Who stays, who holds you close when everything falls apart Who faces life beside you and asks if you can weather? Who sleeps upon your lap when broken, holds you when you cry Why is it hard to find a man who doesn’t say goodbye?
Why is it hard to find a man who leads with just his heart? People keep telling me to lower my standards.
To be realistic. To stop being picky. And every time I hear that, I smile and nod..because what I want isn’t a list written in impossible ink. It’s just… him.
The simplest, most extraordinary him.
Is it really that much to ask for? A man who is simple. Not complicated, not hot and cold, not playing games. Just a man who knows what he wants and isn’t ashamed of wanting it.
A man who loves only me..fully, without wandering eyes. Whose loyalty isn’t a sacrifice but a daily, proud choice. A man who dates to marry. A man who isn’t afraid of forever. Who sees marriage not as a trap but as a home he wants to build with his own hands, next to mine. A man who wants to start a family, who thinks about the kind of father he’ll be long before he becomes one. A man who wants to build something with me - a career, a life, a future that actually means something.
A man who loves his parents and respects mine. Who understands that choosing me means choosing my whole world, and does so without hesitation. A man who wants to see the world with me - randomly with no fixed plan and every intention of making stories we’ll tell our grandchildren.
But also - a man who cooks for me. Who says “just watch me” on my sick days and handles everything while I rest. Who makes me feel taken care of in the quietest, most ordinary ways. A man who, when things get hard, doesn’t shut a door between us. Who lets me sleep on his chest when the world feels too heavy and trusts me enough to rest his head on my lap when it’s heavy for him too.
A man who texts at 9pm: “Get ready, we’re going out” for no reason. Just because the night felt right and he thought of me first. A man who runs toward responsibility instead of away from it. Who isn’t scared of commitment. Who doesn’t disappear when things get real?
I’m not asking for perfect. I’m asking for present. For a man who chooses love not just when it’s easy, but especially when it isn’t.
And here is what he gets in return.
He gets a woman who shows up through hard conversations, hard days, hard seasons. Who cheers for him when he’s forgotten how to cheer for himself. Who remembers how he takes his chai, what makes him laugh at midnight, and loves him in every quiet, ordinary moment.
He gets someone who cooks for him, travels with him, respects his family, and still chooses the same corner of the couch to come home to. Who loves him not for what he does but simply for who he is.
He gets all of me. Fully without reservation
So no, I won’t lower my standards. Because this isn’t a wish list. It’s a promise of what I’ll give back to the man brave enough to give it to me first. And somewhere out there, I believe he exists probably asking the same question into the same quiet night:
“Why is it so hard to find her?”
Here I am❤️
I’m waiting ❤️
Take your time but please, don’t take too long.