THE PERFECT MAN FOR ME IS/HAS:
•More than a vague idea about girls. Gentlemanly. Chilled out, open to new ideas. Doesn't freak out at the drop of a hat. Just because the dog is inside, doesn't mean you should panic!
•Good with his hands, capable of doing handyman work. If not capable, can and WILL call someone who is. Passing it off as his own work is fine- how am I gonna know? I don't care, as long as it gets done!
•Intelligent- capable of a philosophical (sometimes about ridiculous shit) conversation.
•Good looking. Taller, Blue/green eyes, luscious brown hair, shows his teeth (full set) when he smiles, some sense of style.
•Mature minded, independent- NOT clingy. This guy is probably older than me but not necessarily. If he can hold his ground when I leave him stranded at an engagement party where he has never met anyone before, PERFECT! I am no good at introductions.
•Has a clue what to do with money. (Doesn't gamble it away or have to repay the tax department because of the dodgy brothers job he did on his last five tax returns)
•Honest and trustworthy- doesn’t spin shit to sound more impressive than he actually is. Doesn't hide his past marriages.... or the fact he has children. I don't think I could do the step-parent thing.
•Funny- dark, sophisticated humour... (No, putting ME into your fat joke doesn't count. You know who you are!)
•Wants to go on adventures. Doesn’t look at me silly if I want to go to the drive-in, sing karaoke in Japanese, even if we have never actually heard the songs before or want to help Tuvalu by booking a ridiculously expensive trip to one of the world’s sinking countries- even if there is actually nothing to see there.
•Is on at least the same wage as me- if a teacher rather than a rich stockbroker (I'm willing to negotiate this one, this time around), is willing to save money for kick arse holidays as often as is practical.
•Would take a sick day to spend with me rather than complaining that ‘he can’t’. I’M FIRST, DAMN YOU!
•Gets along with my family. ALL of them.
•Doesn’t think my friends are boring. Doesn’t pretend that he is their best friend and then whinge to me that they have the personality of an eggplant. I love them. I see something in every one of them. They like to sit and talk. I don’t care if all your chick friends are ‘fun’ and love to dance. I LOVE to have quirky conversations with my friends. Live with it.
•Is lawful (not a druggie or an axe-murderer AND doesn't try to strangle me- long story)
•I don’t go for muscles, this guy needs to be huggable. Not fat, not bean pole. He also needs to have some ‘fuck off’ about him. I think this is called edge. As in. ‘Fuck off, she’s mine’. I don’t mean hard core jealousy, because that is ugly. It’s more a pride thing. ‘Yeah, you can look at what I have without getting your face smashed in, but you pinch her arse or act like a cock around her and you are in for it’.
•Will go and check strange noises outside or offer a plausible explanation and comforting arms so that I feel safe at night. WON’T tell me that I can’t have an alarm system because it is only my delusions that make me want one.
•WILL think practically. I like practical. BUT- If I say I’m fat, they can’t turn into my personal trainer or throw away my chocolate stash.
•Likes music/ to go to DECENT concerts. Hanson is NOT decent!
•Would support me if I decided to leave a venue due to its shitty music. (Rather than that time a certain guy expected me to sing 'Barbie Girl' enthusiastically.
•Loves dogs- says my dog is cute. Not mediocre, CUTE.
•Is motivating. A neater person would inspire me to be neater. A healthier person would inspire me to be healthy. A good role model. It's not as bad or double standard as it sounds. Motivating might simply mean walks the dog with me every day.
•Loves good food. I will only cook GOOD food if you appreciate it!
•Has no past history of cheating- not even with me.
•Creative and a little random ;-)
•Appreciates my quirks.
•Loves my body. No, my boobs are NOT too big!
•Doesn’t try to tell me that I need professional help because of my 'interesting' nature and actually LISTENS to my problems, pretending to care (or caring would be nice too).
Is this too much to ask? Apparently, according to friends, this would leave me bored and unsatisfied. I am inclined to blow raspberries at my friends, eventhough they all mean well and I love them. I mean, what is wrong with a girl who knows what she wants? Right?
1 comment:
You seem to want three different men rolled into one. I have most of these qualities in my man but I laughed at your immature comments about him needing to accept you as you are and support you although it sounds like you are lazy, unrealistic (dude getting along with ALL of your friends) etc. I would like to know if you ever found this poor excuse for a man. I imagine you were a teenager when you wrote this crap.
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