Let’s see. What do I want in a man? I’ll start with the physical.
He must be tall, at least 6’2”, young, broad shouldered (for all those pillow talks when I will rest my head on him), lean muscled stomach, great legs, clean nice smelling feet and toes. I don’t want a lot of muscles, just medium range will be okay for me.
He must be handsome with lovely dimples when he smiles and the most sinfully long eye lashes shielding penetrating eyes like Michael Scofield’s in Prison Break (what can I say, I’m a series freak and Prison Break is the ace. I have a mega crush on Scofield). He must be clean shaven but with that sexy evening stubble (Yeah, I read too many novels)
Moving on to the intellect. He must be smart, sharp, intelligent and witty with a wicked sense of humor. Vastly knowledgeable in every subject, able to hold his own in any conversation. He must be suave and smooth but honest and straightforward without being short or rude. A civilized and cultured man but with a tinge of the caveman in him. He must have a mind of his own but acknowledge and respect other views. He must be a great believer in education and learning but not confined to the four walls of a classroom. He must read. A LOT!
He has to be unpredictable but utterly dependable. He must be spontaneous and exciting, going to great lengths to surprise and put a smile on my face.
I must be the great and only love of his life. He’s free to love others but must be in love with only me. And must be totally, completely and irrevocably faithful to me. There’s no compromise on that! He must never ever notice any other woman THAT way!
He must be in touch with his feminine side enough to watch Oprah and Pretty Woman (for the 106th time) with me but not lose his masculinity.
He must be passionate and sensitive; sensual and romantic; strong yet tender. A stud in bed who puts my satisfaction before his. An understanding, patient and considerate man. He must love children, be kind to people and care for animals (especially cats!)
He has to be a man of integrity who honors his words and pays his debts. Hardworking and determined, who puts his family (meaning me!) first. He must love challenges and not be averse to taking risks. He must be very successful and wealthy (enough to be listed amongst the first five on Forbes).
He has to love music and must be a wonderful dancer and have a lovely baritone voice (to sing to me). The kind of guy who will prefer to stay home with me than hang out with the boys but encourage me to unwind with my girls.
He must take pride in and applaud my successes and achievements. Boast about me to his friends and family. An arrogant but humble man (makes sense to me).
He must be a great cook, versatile in different cuisines, seeing nothing wrong in donning the apron.
The kind of man who would run into a burning building to save my cat; dine with presidents and go on to take a walk in the rain; quote Shakespeare and sing the words to a nursery rhyme.
My kind of guy must be unique and I know exactly where to find him. He’s in a country called Far Far Away where he lives in a huge castle right next door to Cinderella.