From 5.30 pm that Friday afternoon she drank steadily. She had changed into her comfortable summer pyjama set and put a pair of socks on to keep her feet warm and this is how she stayed until she spilt her drink on herself hours later and needed a change of clothes. She drank and drank and drank and drank. Occasionally she dozed off but continued her binge as soon as she woke again. No teeth brushing, no hair combing, one very long shower but very little food and the only other regular hygiene habit she adhered to during her lost weekend was to wash her hands after many a required toilet break in between topping up her very frequent empty cup.
After seven hours of drinking, more than a few tears and the playing of many a sad country music song, Kylie remembered her Wish Lischt. The Wish Lischt was a list of hand written qualities that she had penned and kept in the back of her diary as a reminder to herself not to sway from what she had always wanted in a man, no matter how old, crusty or desperate she became. Kylie was determined not to settle for anything less than 90% of what she originally specified in her Wish Lischt. The irony of the current situation was that no-one at all was determined to settle down with her, so her qualities were apparently low on the sort after lists of Townsville men.
Kylie went to her bedroom, picked up her diary and tore the Lischt from the back page. Glancing at the paper in her hand, she noticed that on each corner of the page was a smiley face. Smileys were her signatory doodle – something she had forgotten for the last few miserable weeks. In between the smiley faces, there were also doodles of diamond rings. With tears threatening to fall again, she walked back to the kitchen to refill her drink to salute her lischt one last time. It appeared that her wish lischt was nothing more than a modern day fairy tale that would never be realised and she would be a spinster for the term of her natural life.
She sat on the lounge room floor, in between the two couches and took a lazy uncoordinated swig of her drink, letting the excess bourbon dribble down her chin and onto her pyjama’s. Holding up the list she read each item out loud as if addressing an invisible crowd. Along with each quality, she also read out the explanation written underneath it as to why she put it on the list in the first place.
Thou must be a great communicator
If you are unable to discuss everything, how can you expect to solve anything? Looks fade but the ability to communicate openly between your partner and yourself will assist in your relationship overcoming the highest of hurdles. Plus I never shut up, so either he’s up for a chat or I’m out of the race, before it even starts.
Thou Must have a Sense of Humour
Humour is my way of dealing with situations. Good or bad, unfortunate or ironic, if you can see the funny side of almost anything, you are on the right path to living stress free. I believe Humour and Optimism go hand in hand. For example: Live it, see what happens, and if it goes to shit, take and learn something positive out of it so hopefully it won’t happen again.
Thou Must have a Kind and Loving Heart
This is not a big ask and I’m willing to give mine in return so fair’s fair.
Thou Must Not Be the Owner of Pasty Hands
The expression “Holy Cold Fish Hands Batman” shall never be uttered by mine self or anyone shaking the palm of my husband to be. Hands should be warm and strong and feel like home. There should be some kind of magnetism betwixt the offerer and the receiver of the hand holding gesture.
Thou Must Live within 5 kms of Me
I am not fussed on commuting back and forth from a man’s place who lives outside my 5 km exclusion zone, it would mean I would have to be more organised and that would require more self-discipline.
Thou Must Know How to Fix Shit
From many dinners out I have found myself dealing with pasty handed men who could barely take the cork out of my wine bottle let alone fix a blocked drain or a blocked dunny. Dunnys are and always will be blocking at my house. A keen vegetarian and lover of all things fibrous, lentil, curried or Mexican based, I proclaim mine self a “Mad Shitter” for whom only the toughest of toilets could take the brunt of my bi-weekly visits. And I re-iterate that I proclaim to be a “Mad Shitter” not a frequent one.
Thou Must Have a Trade
Perhaps in line with the ability to know how to fix shit, there would be nothing worse than being with a ‘man’ who was weaker than myself and borrowed my pink tool set to put a D.I.Y. item together. And more importantly, I have always admired people who could stick at something for four years to be eternally qualified, it was something out of my reach and vocational desire. Of course you could be a trade qualified chef and I still wouldn’t be happy, chefs are never home and do they really want to come home and cook me a lovely dinner after being at work all day cooking up a storm? So, not all Tradie’s are eligible.
Thou Must Be Able to Take Care of Themself – i.e. Cook, Clean, Iron, Wash Clothes and Pick Up After Thy Self
I have enough trouble doing my OWN chores, let alone being someone else’s mother. I would have no trouble sharing the above duties but I flat out refuse to be someone’s Kitchen Bitch, Cleaning Lady, Ironing Lady, Washer Woman, and/or Waitress. One in all in, or buggar off you lazy pest.
Thou Must Have Own Car
What does it say about a person when they are an adult, live in a city that has a shonky “hail and ride” on a “sometimes schedule” public transport system if they don’t have wheels? If they can’t drive, they can walk the plank out of contention of hanging out and being cool with me.
Thou Must Have a Family that is Easy to Get Along with – i.e. Their Parents Must Have Human Qualities, a Sense of Humour and No Pokie Addictions
I have seen how many old buggars hang out at Clubs and RSLs just to donate their pensions to the bright lights of the pokies and I’m not into witnessing that on an ongoing basis. That’s not in my lischt of things to do. Neither is a man who’s Mother hates my guts or doesn’t laugh at anything that is actually funny, said by me or anyone.
Thou Must Be Active
This is something I could possibly forego, since I have enough issues of my own conducting physical forms of exercise.
Thou Must Have a Secure and Long-Term Job
Due to my eternal desire to land a permanent job, I expect nothing less than the same from any spouse worthy of hanging out and being cool with me. It’s nice to have dreams but it’s better to have stability whilst funding the possibility of bringing the dream to fruition. So while I’m not a bubble burster, I’m foremost a stability junkie.
Thou Must Not Be a Tight Arse
Bum jokes aside, there’s a time and a place for being frugal but it ain’t at every opportunity. I will only accept 5% Frugality to 95% Making Hay While The Sun Shines. I struggle with the attitude that you should save almost everything for retirement. What happens if you kark it straight after you retire and you don’t end up living at all? What if you have been a miserable prick all your life with your money, who would want to mingle with you anyway? You would be entering whinging old miserable bastage age by the time you let loose on your bank account. So Fishes, Frogs, and Ducks have no need to apply.
Nice to haves
Light eyes
A love or tolerance of Country