Exactly what constitutes a good man? I think all of gals are looking for the same or at the very least similar things. When I think of the perfect man I think of a man that is relationship material. I am looking for someone who is honest, reliable, hard working, easy to talk to, knows a woman’s independence and understands that doesn’t mean she is the head of "the women’s lib organization"; capable of functioning when I am not around, someone who can figure out how to do his own laundry and his own dishes (so I don’t come home to mount fucking Everest in my kitchen). Is that too much to ask? I guess I forgot to mention that I need a man who doesn’t lie, cheat or steal even if he is stealing for me (well maybe that’s okay). Do we really know what we are looking for or are we just set in what we know we don’t want? I can truly say I know what I don’t want as do most women I talk too. Although, this list is continually growing at least I realize it will grow until I am dead so no man will ever fit my idea of perfect! I recognize this little fact and am capable of loving a man who comes in a close second to what I desire.
Let me attempt to get to my point here…I met this amazing guy online – oh yes the online love affair that may just work out…I’ll keep y’all posted. So here’s the deal you read what I want and what I didn’t want right? What I forgot to mention were things like looks, height, body type, smoker/ non smoker, living with roommates/ no roommates/ or worst of all parents; told you the damn list goes on forever! I was looking for Mr. 5’10" at least (did I mention I am only 5’1"regardless), non smoker, had to be over 30 (no more boys – he defiantly need to have his shit together for my sake), be great in bed, be good but a little bit bad. Well what I did get Mr. 5’6", who smokes, was 27 (my age) those were the 3 major strikes that I forgot to read up on. The voice and personality drew me right in, was I fucking crazy not to think about reading that damn profile? Turns out I may have hit the jackpot he’s more perfect that I could have ever imagined. We have had great sex, he’s so sexy, I even lived a little more dangerously then I ever have by riding on the back of a firkin’ street bike at 240km/ hr (stupid I know but what a rush). The moral is this story don’t always look for what you want sometimes what you need comes to you.

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