ever since i was little (young rather, i’m STILL little) i’ve dreamt of my perfect guy. and of course i have ‘the checklist’. every girl has an idea of what qualities her leading man should possess.

without further ado (and in no particular order):

the proverbial ‘he’ should be:

funny
intelligent
witty
sarcastic
charming
a great listener
imaginative
a wordsmith
thoughtful
a great dancer
considerate
a great storyteller
emotionally capable of intimacy
appreciative
dependable
genuine
patient
honest
loyal
open-minded
tolerant
respectful
nurturing to his loved ones
comfortable in his own skin
able to light up a room with his smile
a big believer in moderation of all things (aside from love. and s-e-x)

will my mr. forever be all these things? who knows? will i even measure up on his list? let’s be honest, i’m no walk in the park.

i’m demanding.
i’m manipulative.
i’m secretly judgmental.
i have trouble forgiving people.
i think too fast and talk too much.
i expect to be your top priority. always.
i have trouble talking about my feelings.
i can make biting, hurtful remarks when my feelings are hurt.
i’ll expect you to want to marry me even though i’m not certain i want to marry you. (or anyone)

whew! it’s a good thing i have a sweet ass.

i’ve said it before…and it bears repeating: i just want someone who makes me the best version of me i can be.

the notion of a checklist is great and all, but i’ve found that ‘good on paper’ isn’t necessary good for me.

love is for people who are realistic…and for people who realize that a real relationship IS the ultimate fantasy.