Yikes!

Okay... I like to believe that I'm attracted initially to men for reasons other than physical. That's usually how it happens to me. I mean, even if that's not true, my mind isn't so objective on the matter. It never goes... "damn he's hott. I should ask him out." Nope. It may go "wow, he's talented. Or shoot he's motivated." And a teensy corner may say "attraction factor." But my brain never usually is that shallow. Or maybe is never really that honest with itself. You can decide. You may beg to differ. :) And I guess I never really imagined that I could get my dream guy. Chalk it up to insecurities I've had about my appearance. What people have said about my "dominant personality." Or a slew of other reasons. I think I speak for the majority of the female sex when I say I wouldn't say no to the dream guy... but let's be honest. (And I've always thought of the idea of Prince Charming somewhat ridiculous. I'm cursed with a hyper imagination about some things and a dead realism bordering on pessimism with others.) Don't get me wrong. I've dated some good lookers. And some fabulous guys. Really great.

But this is the kind of guy I go for.

And again here.














And why not another for good measure... ugh, darn Enchanted... why? why? why?


















And yeah... how could I not put Daniel Day-Lewis in. I mean... hello my shallow self!





I know what you're thinking. "Show some originality, Emily." And I guess, my version comes with quirks. My cousin and I developed a secret code to describe out perfect guy. We call him a nine. He's great but not too great. We like athletic but not ripped. We like cute but not gorgeous. We like him to be real. In my case we like him with scruff, freckles, and I don't know maybe some sort of scar he got from trying to do some trick on his bike. (Hmm. That sounds creepy. Really I'm the one who got the scar from trying to flick my brother off while bike riding and flipping over the handle bars. Let that be a lesson to all you young ones experimenting with signed curse words.)

Less this be a shallow Cosmo article (no offense to those who like Cosmo... and probable offense to those who already think I've indulged way too much in this post.) I love wit, I love other nationality-ness or at least an appreciation of it, I love banter. I love guys that make me stop worrying about myself. Who keep me on my toes. Who relax me at the same time that they do this. Who have opinions. Challenge mine in positive ways. Who have personal insecurities and imperfections (cue the stupid bicycle scar).

So now that this person is almost in my life... how do I not screw it up?