Mr. Perfect

If I could have my perfect man (which I know I can't) these are qualities he would have. Hopefully, my future love will have many, if not most of them.

- He would open my doors (but not when we're getting out of the car).
- He would hold me when I cry.
- He could tell when something was wrong and ask about it, even if I didn't want to talk about it.
- He would do dishes, just because he knows I hate it.
- He would talk about me to other people. Because he can't stop thinking about me.
- He would say really sweet things about me to other people. When he talked about me, girls everywhere would swoon and say, "I want my husband to be like that."
- Every once in awhile, for absolutely no good reason, he'd buy me a flower. A simple flower.
- He would love my mother.
- He would do things with my family. He would choose to do things with my family.
- He would love games. He would ask me if I wanted to play.
- He would watch chick flicks with me. And maybe even enjoy them.
- He would not drink caffeine.
- He would not watch rated-R movies.
- He would have high standards in music and media.
- He would not justify media. He would have higher standards than I do, so that he could pull me up. Because I would want to be better because he is.
- He would be an all-over nice guy. Like, the kind of guy that everyone loves.
- All of my friends would love him.
- He would never say mean-sarcastic things.
- There would never be anything that he would say that I would automatically feel like I he was degrading me.
- He would love me despite me.
- He and I could and would talk about everything... even the things that aren't pleasant to talk about.
- I would always know how he's feeling about everything. I would be able to look at him and know his emotions.
- He could do the same for me.
- He would know me so well that I could ask him questions about myself and he would know how to answer.
- He could, and would, cook.
- He would be friends with my friends. He would help me be friends with his friends.
- He would be someone I would want as a father for my children.
- He would tell me, often, that he loved me.
- He would cuddle with me.
- He would hold my hand in public.
- He would kiss me in public. (The swift, socially approved, kind of kiss)
- He would tell me he missed me when I was gone.
- He wouldn't want me to leave...even when I had to.
- He would fight dragons for me.
- He would never let my kids talk back to me.
- He would teach my sons to be gentlemen... by example.
- He would teach my daughters how they should expect to be treated... by example.
- He would have spiritual conversations with me.
- He would never make me feel stupid about not knowing things.
- He would be committed to me and only me. I would never have a doubt in my mind as to his feelings for me.
- We would be able to talk about former flames and learn from each other's pasts without jealousy.
- He would trust me.
- I would trust him.
- He would do cute things for me... just to let me know that he cared.
- He would love Harry Potter. He would be able to have intelligent conversation about them with me.
- He could fix my computer when it was broken.
- He would be responsible.
- He would be incredibly rich... from his own hard work. But no one would ever know it.
- He would let me be a secret philanthropist with his hard-earned money.
- He would be fashionable... but not obsessively so.
- He would not spend more time in the bathroom than I do.
- He would encourage me to be a stay-at-home mom.
- He would not begrudge me taking a part-time job if I decided I wanted to, when my kids were in school.
- He would not be controlling, yet he would make my decisions for me when I didn't want to. (Because he would know me well enough to know what I should decide.)
- He would have good taste for interior decorating... because I know I don't. But I still want a cute house.
- He would love shopping at IKEA with me.
- He would bring out the silly side of me... not just tolerate it when it pops up.
- He would encourage me to read.
- He would encourage me to take "me time."
- He would travel the world with me.
- He would help me complete my To Do Before I Die list.
- He would be worthy to be called as an apostle at any point. (Not that he has to become an apostle... but that he would be worthy of accepting such a call.)
- He would hold me to my standards.
- He would push me to be better. Not in a judging or condoning way, but in an encouraging, loving way.
- He would nurse me back to health when I was sick.
- He would sympathize with me through every headache, every black-out, every nauseous moment. I would never feel like he thought less of me because of them.
- He would make me get out and do outdoor things like hiking and playing in the park. But he wouldn't make me do it when I really didn't want to.
- He would have the ability to get me to do things that I outwardly claim I don't want to do, but secretly wish someone would talk me into doing.
- He would know the difference between those things and the things that I really, really don't want to do.
- He would like reading things I write that are 10-pages long.
- He wouldn't mind when I babble and ramble.
- He would be able to hug me on emotional days and make things all better.
- He would encourage me to cook. Often.
- He would even help me cook sometimes.
- He would play Super Mario 3 with me.
- It would not hurt his manly-pride if I beat him in competitions such as Super Mario 3, bowling, or any board or card games. He would still play with me, even if I beat him.
- He won't be impossible to live with when he beats me. (Beats me in terms of games... not as in physically beating.)
- He wouldn't physically beat me. :)
- He would surprise me with things. (Things can be objects, events, words, letters, parties, kisses, etc.)
- He would grab me and kiss me... for no good reason.
- He would share my cheesy sense of humor.
- He would call me pet names. And it would be fun. And feel natural.
- He would not be allergic to cats. And he would let me have one. An inside cat.
- He would be strong where I am weak.
- He would work with wood. And have a shop. So I could go out and smell the fresh sawdust. And he would make beautiful furniture for our house.
- He would be strong. I would be secretly giddy over his muscles.
- He would be a handyman and could fix anything broken in our house.
- He would know enough about cars to not need to take it to the shop for every little repair.
- He would be athletic enough that we could have athletic children. So that I can be a soccer mom.
- He would not expect me to be athletic.
- He would at least seriously consider the names I want to name my children.
- He would go to the temple with me.
- He would let me have a secret passage in our house that I could hide in and only he and I knew about.
- He would let me have a secret passage in our house that our kids could find and not know that we know about.
- He would humor me in my random wants in our future home... and be able to figure out how to make them work.
- He would make me happier than anything. I would be in eternal bliss just to think of him.
- He would love me more than anything. And no one would be able to doubt that. Ever.


This list can (and does) go on... but it's time to go home now.