A Bloke

My obvious lack of blogging has had to do with a few work trips and one incredible vacation with the family to Ireland and Scotland.  It was a little cold and rainy but nothing a woman from Seattle especially with my career can’t handle.  I would call it the land of people, pubs and pints.  Okay the history, countryside, small towns and the fact that every dish comes with chips is pretty good too.  What I realized, we don’t have enough blokes in the US.  I appreciate that it is just a UK term for a guy or man but it’s more than that for this woman.  There is no better term to describe the type of man I am looking for other than bloke.  A manly man, a guy that is into sports but not obsessively and will turn his head away from “the game” and focus on what you are saying if you happen to start talking.  A guy that has real guy friends, barbeques, likes meat and beer but would never forget the all important salad and wine for you when gathering provisions.  A man that if you were in a possible physically combative situation could protect you, hold his own, but is smart and talented enough to verbally diffuse the situation and establish peace.  A man that wants to take care of his woman and will always open the door, pick you up for the date and pick up the check.  A real man that has more tools than I do, knows how to use them, notices what needs fixing and fixes it without being asked.  A real man that loves his wife and family and puts them above all else and would never forsake that by jeopardizing it in anyway.  I know it’s that last line that means the world to me.  Hmmm a new online dating profile name Blokeless in Seattle?  Yes that was really bad and could only be paired with a mobile phone bathroom mirror picture and that will never happen.  I am sure if there really was a man or men that could fulfill all of the above they would have their own special week on the Animal Planet.  Although airing the region, habitat, feeding rituals and daily activities would annihilate the bloke species quickly.  I am sure the amount of women flocking to the “bloke region” would be astronomical.  The carbon foot print plus green house gases emitting from all of the Women’s primping tools would create an immediate global warming situation followed by a bloke extinction.  What I do know is that I haven’t run into many or any “blokes” or single manly type men in Seattle.  They are either emo skinny jeans wearing, tatted with beanies (been there done with that), or based on my last weekend balding w/ stringy kid rock hair to the waist with the strategically side cut holes in his t-shirt or toothless or wearing fisherman boots at midnight on a warm Saturday night.  I think I’ll keep traveling.