What was my type of guy? It’s still a question I could not answer, yet I had a whole criteria for the ‘perfect man’. Watching Gossip Girl last night, I thought to myself the combination of the 3 lead guys would be my perfect man. A bit stupid and intellectually incorrect assumption but my girly hormones were on a high. Nate with his gorgeous body, and confident swag Chuck with his bad boy attitude and aura of utter sex appeal and Dan with that intellectual side would send any girl on a wild goose chase. I myself would want them to ‘Take me now!’. But under close inspection, I thought of what I really looked for in my perfect man: He’d be a gamer, a PlayStation addict. Be in halo 3 to god of war, he’d want them all, play them all He’d be someone I could talk to anything about, I could call him at 3 in the morning and he’d be there to listen, even if i rambled off about nonsense that didn’t even make sense to me. He’d be the intelligent, smart ass who isn’t afraid to challenge me about any of my opinions He’d ask me questions about the stupidest things He’d be a dreamer, wanting things for him, for me and the both of us to experience A free spirit, someone who isn’t afraid of falling, someone who’d just make life a little bit more exciting. Someone I could count on for anything, the person who would insult me until of sick and silly to get be back of the ground the sport lover who sucked at sport except swimming the Shakespeare, big bang theory quoting book worm A rock star at heart, where music would pulse through his veins Someone with trust issues, the most cynical and sarcastic bastard you’d ever meet because you know how I like a challenge. And when I really looked at all i ever wanted in a man, he was you… I’ve found all this, all this wonderful-ness in one tall, dark and handsome, stubborn ass, mystery that I am yet to solve…