The perfect guy

I’m not looking for the perfect guy. 

I’m not looking for a Zach Efron lookalike with Bill Gates intelligence, Wolfgang Puck’s culinary skills, John Keats romanticism, and Mark Zuckerberg’s money. 

Really, I want an average to nice looking guy who loves and accepts me for who I am, treats me well and allows me to grow. 

Someone who puts in effort to compromise and takes into consideration the things that are important to me. 

Someone mature and kind.

Helpful. 

Thoughtful. 

Hard working.

 Affectionate. 

I don’t care what he does for a living, as long as he enjoys it. 

And if he doesn’t enjoy it, then he has a plan to do something about it. 

I don’t care about having a lot of money. 

Just enough is fine. 

He doesn’t need a sculpted body like the statue of David. 

As long as he’s healthy and takes care of himself is good enough for me. 

He doesn’t have to be super tall. 

Taller than me is nice. (I’m 5″5)

He doesn’t have to be book smart. 

Life smart is just as valuable to me. 

As long as he carries a good conversation and has legitimate reasons for his viewpoints, I’m good.

I don’t think I’m asking for too much. 

Or for someone who doesn’t exist. 

Surely there’s someone like that for me who isn’t a million miles away or taken. 

Or maybe I can work with distance. 

At this point I’ll just be happy if he’s not taken.

Sigh.

I have a feeling I’m going to be on my own for awhile…