Since we were on the subject of future husbands for me last week, I think we would do well to continue on with this subject. I know, you are riveted by a mention of romance, sucker.
People always ask, “What are you looking for in a guy” or, “what’s your type?” I don’t know, I do not think I’m that picky, as my ex-boyfriend says, I dated him so my standards can’t be too high.
I guess I’m not your average girl. I don’t sit around and daydream about beautiful romances full of Prince Charming with ripped muscles, riding stallions to sweep me off my feet and take me away to Romanticlala land.
Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a nice body as much as the next girl, I mean a nice pair of shoulders, a toned back, a firm ass… anyway, I don’t expect that. Nor do I want Prince Charming; I am hardly classy enough for such a suave gentleman friend. I just want an average boy and a down-to-earth sort of love. I want a boy who isn’t homophobic, who has something to be passionate about (politics, computers, cooking, whateves). I want him to judge me when I say something totally ridiculous and illogical, but think it’s cute anyway. If he’s not respectful or accepting of those around him, I want nothing to do with him. I want him to push me, to make me want to improve myself and not settle. I don’t need sparks, or fireworks. I just want to be excited to see the same face over and over and over. I want to laugh for my whole life. There doesn’t need to be any love songs written about us (unless it’s anything like Crazy Bitch). When I have ridiculous fits of tears and outrage about the wrong things I want him to hug me and tell me it’s ok to cry, even if I am being silly. I want to fight, because we care enough to do that. I want to be positive that even after a fight, there’s more love than anger and I’m the only girl he wants to come home to. I want him to teach me things about life, and learn from me too. I expect to be spoiled. Above all I want a relationship of compromise, because I think that’s what keeps relationships going, you’re selfish sometimes and selfless at others.
I know that happiness has a way of taking its sweet time so, excuse me if I’m not out hunting around the next corner trying to get the number of every fly fella I see walk by. Because, I know I’ll be just fine. My normal, beautiful boy is out there. Hopefully growing a beard.
Also, how ‘bout ‘dem Horned Frogs!?
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