Looking for Barack Obama

Yes, I’m joining the flock of women who are looking for their own Barack Obama's. From the strut in his walk, to poignant gaze of interest he gives when listening, the charming and alluring smile, those perfect teeth, the slim frame in suits that make the Five Percent look homeless, to the short cropped hair and the age defying grays sprinkled by his side burns, the commanding tone to his voice, and his diction which flows like the perfect composition. This man has grace, this man is distinguished, this man commands attention. I want a man. Just. Like. That. Or as close to it as possible.

A man who recognizes a wife is not only a just a wife, but a best friend, and genuinely expresses this love is just beautiful. All former presidents of our lifetime, have never displayed love so naturally and beautifully. They'd have their Stepford-esque wives on display, all possessing the same vacant gaze in their eyes. From the start, Michelle has been his cheerleader, from the pound shake to the nose rub on election night. We can understand why. If I was expecting a child right now, girl or boy, their name would be Barack.

My Barack however, might look a little different. He might be tattooed and pierced in odd places, his pants might even be sagging, he might be bald or have a mane of unruly hair, and brogues would not be his choice of footwear. But this is all surface. The qualities of my Barack would include intelligence, dedication, passion, drive, inspiration, devotion, sincerity, and a love for ME! That's my Barack. Where are you, man?!!

So yes, I'm still ridin' high on our President-elect, and even more overjoyed that The Cosby family will be moving into the White House come January. [Smiles.]