My “perfect” guy:
Smells like sandalwood.
Has eyes that change colors.
Is freakishly tall.
Sings without a care.
Dresses up (tie, dress shirt and the like…) for no reason.
Chooses a teardrop to be his favorite shape.
Has stringy black hair that falls constantly over his eyes.
Does magic tricks for a hobby.
Seems to never get cold.
Shaves his underarms.
Can lead an engaging conversation with ease.
Has a thing for masks.
Knows how to cook.
Has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor.
Doesn’t mind being poked in the stomach.
Likes collecting swords.
Is cold on the outside but is undeniably warm hearted.
Doesn’t mind being a “bartender” to me.
Can play songs on the piano by ear.
Will run around in a cape.
Has a spectacular memory (and helps me remember things).

My “perfect” girl:
Smells like roses.
Has one blue eye and one green.
Is around my height.
Goes on long walks in the rain without an umbrella (and does not get sick from it).
Still plays dress up with Halloween costumes when the mood strikes.
Loves symbolism.
Has an annoying cowlick in her auburn hair.
Does ventriloquism for a hobby.
Lets me use her legs like a blanket to warm myself up.
Doesn’t shave her legs.
Knows the value of quiet time.
Has a thing for wearing men’s dress shirts. (Hot…)
Knows how to fix almost anything.
Has a quirky, odd-ball sort of humor.
Understands that expressing love is very awkward.
Likes collecting comics.
Will hold long, unimportant conversations with me over strange beliefs.
Is undeniably kind and understanding.
Can whistle my favorite song.
Will speak her “own language”.
Is a walking dictionary.