It occurred to me that we all have an internal list of what we want in Mr. Right. I’m dwelling on this because both M and I have decided to fling ourselves headlong back into the dating pool recently. Yes, I know, my family is going to think we broke up or something. Never fear, M and I remain as unlesbian as ever and still Just Friends. My family will someday get the memo, but I fear today is not that day.
Moving on!
So, requirements. I mean, I sit down when I come up with a heroine, and I make a list of all the things she needs in a man. Someone who is complimentary, but not too much alike or different. Someone who understand her issues. Someone who challenges her enough so that she (and he) will never become complacent.
I thought maybe I need a list of my own. Just a short one, with the major highlights I’m willing to reveal on the internet.
1) Intelligent. By this, I mean he doesn’t need to have the collection of university degrees I do (though bonus points if he does), but he needs to be curious about the world around him and want to constantly learn more about whatever interests him (double bonus points if he shares some of the same interests I do)
2) Humor. I love to laugh. If the guy doesn’t get my humor and think I’m funny, and vice versa with his humor, then I have found from very sad experience that we’re dead in the water. This is a must (bonus points if he’s good at making me laugh)
3) No children. This is a deal breaker. I don’t want kids, so if he does we’re at a rather life-defining impasse.
4) Insanity. I don’t want him to actually be insane, but if he’s going to survive my family gatherings, he better be able to hold his own against insane people (psychologists need not apply, I really don’t want to know what their official diagnosis is)
5) Strong. I am a hellaciously stubborn wench. I admit it. Hell, I own that shit. I’ve worked hard to build and maintain my stubborn skillage. That said, Mr. Right better be able to hold his own not just with my family, but with me. Pushovers would bore the bejesus out of me inside of an hour.
6) Non-douchebag. Another deal breaker. Douchebags need not apply. I can be a pain in the ass at times, but I think in general I’m a decent person, and I don’t want to date an asshat.
7) Friends. That’s right, he better know the value of good friends and he better be able to pass the friends-test. If the people who love me bestest see us together and raise the douchebag flag, then we might have a serious problem.
8) Chemistry. This one is less definable, but I’m sure you all can figure out why I want it. A lot.
So, there’s the list. *sigh* I’m going to be single forever, aren’t I? That kind of a man falls into the no-such-thing land of unicorns and fairy tales.