Alright, my ride still hasn't turned up, so I'll weigh in with my opinions. I share Parki syndrome - i.e. being too picky for my own good
- She must be intelligent. If I can't love somebody for their mind, I can't love them
- She needs a sense of humour. Let's face it, I'm a funny f**k. I like to laugh too
- She needs to be driven. I don't want somebody obsessed with their job, but I hate a lack of ambition more than anything. She needs hers and I need mine.
- Spontaneity. Those of you who know me well might say I'm spontaenous, but others know it takes coaxing to draw that out of me. I love to be surprised.
- Football mad. Or at least respectful of my football insanity
- Quirky! Bland is bad! Someone who's willing to try anything once.
- Loyal. Cheaters can go to Hell. There's no excusing it. They're just worse than Hitler. Well, maybe not worse, but close.
And now the shallow things
- Red hair. I love red hair. It drives me mad. Even an ugly chick gets a second glance if she has red hair.
- Pale skin. A tan is sexy, but if you combine pale skin with red or black hair - you've got my attention.
- Decent body. I don't want a model, but I'm not a fan of too big either.
- Boobs! Nice boobs. Not to small (like my first girlfriend) and not too big (like the infamous G-Shot)
- Good bum
- Nice eyes. If they're good for starin', then I'm ready and rarin'
- Smile. So important! I like to make people smile, so I need to be able to look at it without flinching!
- Innocent appeal. So, this is more of a mental thing. I don't want to marry a pristine virgin, but I can't stand the promisciousity that seems to come with being a liberated woman. A lady in public and a whore in the bedroom is an inappropriate suggestion, but that's kind of what I mean. Fun but sweet.
Bleh. No such woman exists. Perhaps I'll build one.
