“I’m not quite sure what you see in me,” Will said the other day. “I’m just an ordinary bloke.”
Yep. No sports car. No sail boat. And a sense of humour that is decidedly adolescent. An ordinary bloke.
A bloke who never leaves me guessing about how he feels. “I can’t wait to see you again,” he tells me when we haven’t seen one another for a couple of days. “I am seriously in like with you.”
A bloke who invites me to his Christmas party, even though we’ve known each other a little more than a month. A bloke who invites me into his life, who wants to introduce me to his friends and colleagues. A bloke whose friends lean in to tell me things like, “That man has a heart of gold.” A bloke who says to me after the party, “You looked so beautiful tonight. I was so proud to be there with you.”
A bloke who is devoted to his son, who softens whenever he speaks about his boy, who has given up much to be able to raise him. A bloke who misses his mother, who remembers her with affection, who tells little stories about the ways she showed her love.
A bloke who makes me the most divine scrambled eggs with smoked salmon for breakfast, the way he saw Gordon Ramsay do it, who tells me that preparing meals is, for him, a way to show his love.
A bloke who is fiercely loyal to his friends.
Is he perfect, this bloke? No. He is complex, flawed, real. Just like me.
An ordinary bloke. One worth hanging on to.
- Aussie Blokes (blogs.abc.net.au)