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When God was giving out husbands 鈥 I, naive as I was, was gathering herbs at dawn 馃尵馃槃. Maybe that鈥檚 why my man is still wandering somewhere, searching for me. But I know exactly who I need: he has humor, is sexually active and open, sincere, and loves nature. The kind of man who will understand my passions 鈥 from floristry to yoga, from barefoot sunrises to sunsets with juicy watermelon dripping down our hands and not only 馃崏
When God heard what kind of man a woman truly wants 鈥 He stopped鈥 sighed鈥 and realized that even He doesn鈥檛 fit the description. 馃槄 But I still believe: such a man exists. Not perfect. But real. 馃挋And yes, my man will be simple and genuine: he鈥檒l grab a bag (because I didn鈥檛 bring one 馃檲), put in two pieces of bread, vegetables from the garden 馃馃崊, and together we鈥檒l ride bicycles to the river 馃毑. There we鈥檒l spend our time deliciously and joyfully, and then I鈥檒l show him how to eat watermelon 馃崏 the right way 鈥 with laughter, juice dripping, happiness in our eyes, and a sticky aftertaste.
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