My Perfect Man

I got tagged by the beautiful and sassy Snavylyn.

The rules state that I must choose a gender of my preference, and list 8 different traits that would make him/her my perfect partner. In theory, this should be easy.

I choose a man. Cause, ya know, I like 'em like that.

1. He must be taller than me. [I'm five foot five and five seven with heels, so if he's even a HAIR shorter than me, it grosses me out.]

2. He should be good with his hands. [In every way possible. And I don't mind a man with rough hands.]

3. He should have a nice grille. [And I don't mean on his car. Although, he should have a nice car, but we'll get to that later.]

4. He needs to travel lightly. [I can't be bogged down with other people's luggage, if you know what I mean.]

5. He should have a j-o-b. [I just can't stress this one enough. I've done the whole "I'll support you while you look for a job and you get depressed because you can't find one and you turn into a ragging druggie because you're depressed and now you're just sitting there feeling sorry for yourself while I'm working full time and going to college at the same time." I just don't want to go thru that again.]

6. He needs to have a nice car. [He doesn't need to be rollin' on dubs, or have a slammin' stereo system. A nice, clean, fuel-efficient sedan is perfectly acceptable. Oh, and no Infinity drivers need apply. Read about the last guy I dated who drove an Infinity. And read about it again here.]

7. He needs to interested in having fun and/or laugh at my jokes. [This sounds like common sense, right? Wrong. I must be a loser magnet, because all I date are guys who are 1. too old to have fun, 2. too geeky to have fun, 3. too busy to have fun. I like to go out. I like to boogy.]

8. He needs to be nice. [Not like "hmm .. I think he might be gay" nice. Like, get me flowers for no reason nice. Make me dinner nice. Rub my back till I fall asleep nice.]

Also considered: Must have rock hard abs. Must be cuter than me. Must have a brain.