blue collar.

Up to this point in my life, I've never had a "type." I have dated across the spectrum more or less. From farm boys to Chicagoans, tiny basketball boys to huge footballers; name a category and I've been there. None in my past have stuck out to me as THE type of man I want to be with forever. Until recently, that is.
My father is currently living in a charming small town in Southern Illinois. Despite it's adorable factor, it contains mostly families that have lived there for decades and union workers "stationed" around the coal power plant being built. He lives in a small apartment above a resale shop directly behind the county jail. He wakes up before sunrise, works among hundreds of others, comes home, cooks for one, calls his wife, and goes to bed. In other words, his quality of life generally bites. As does many other "blue collar" workers' in this country. Rarely do you hear them complain.

Now you are probably wondering how this ties into my future husband, well, hold on.

I have asked my dad on many occasions why he lives this way. He could break his union ties and get a job closer to home, the pay would be significantly less but at least he'd be home. He responds each time, "I do it for my girls." He is so selfless. My dad is absolutely miserable, but he would never tell me so. Upon this realization, I realized my "type."
No, I'm not saying I want to marry my dad, barf. But men like him are the ones I need to be finding.

Go on Wall Street and ask any of the men in Armani suits if they would live in a shack by a jail to better their family's life. I'd bet a week's pay they'd call you crazy. If they even stopped to talk to you.

A blue collar man doesn't get things done. He does things.

He doesn't need to call someone about your leaky faucet, because he can fix it and has the tools to do so. When he says "I'll do it later," he actually will in fact, do it later. He doesn't need to drive a Mercedes and wear expensive clothes, he has nothing to prove. He doesn't pass judgment. Treat him right, and you'll be considered a friend. Simple as that. Happiness is enough, he doesn't find himself constantly thinking "there has to be something/one better." He loves what/who he has. The hard work doesn't stop when the time clock does. He isn't inconvenienced by others needs.

I need one of those.