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Confessions of a Girl that Never Sleeps: The Ideal Man

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Well, that’s what my mom always told me growing up. Every person has his or her own values and appearances they look for in a partner. I can admit that mine are different from the average young woman. I don’t care if the guy has money [in fact, in my last relationship I was 100% the sugar mama]. I don’t usually like blondes. I don’t like pretty boys.

I want a man that can make me laugh, above all things. And it’s not really a tall order, as practically everything makes me chuckle. I figure I don’t want kids so it’s going to be just him and me. There has to be something that gets us through our lives together, and it’s going to be comedy and the ability to laugh at even the smallest thing. I want to have those inside jokes.

Two words: personal hygiene. I shouldn’t have to expand on that.

Let’s just be honest: personality isn’t ‘enough.’ For me, I can’t resist a man that has sleeve tattoos and a scruffy beard. Generally, I dig the brunettes but if Ron Weasley came up and asked for my number, I wouldn’t say no… [ehem, that goes out to you, Rupert Grint.]

I do believe a couple should be able to do activities together, such as go for a hike or play a game of pool. But then, and I truly enforce this, there should be some separation time. To those girls that disregard their friendships when in a relationship, I say you’re crazy. I need a break from my man or else I would probably end up killing him. I don’t want a guy who checks up on me every five minutes and I’m not the kind of hypocrite who would do the same.

There are two things I do not tolerate (and trust me, I put up with a lot of crap!). One: if you cheat on me, that’s it. There are no second chances. Two: No abuse. But I feel like that’s a given…or at least it should be. I mean, c’mon guys, just be honest. I ask for honesty (and a sense of humor) and that’s it.

With all that being said, if you know a guy similar to the above living in New York City, well – you know my email.

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