"wwwhaarrrrr errrr wwaaaaannttttt eeeennn aaa meeeaaann"
i'm pretending to be nory from finding nemo. i think that going to pixar messed me up. i am experiencing urges to be a fish. a marine animal. an aquatic being.
if you pronounce what i wrote above slowly, it comes out to be "what i want in a man."
i forgot to add that last night, when mhao and i were having dinner, we discussed our versions of the "perfect" chap. i guess mhao started thinking about it when she read my blog entry about my ideal man the other day.
when i originally posted that blog, i wasn't that serious about it - i think the man i fall in love with won't be able to dance the way patrick swayze does, and he probably won't be able to sing much more than the barney song. i think, in the end, it will probably be his bungling inability to dance swiftly that'll make me fall in love with him. in any case, mhao brought up the point that our criteria changes over the years, that we seek different things as we get older. i think that's true. when i was younger, it was important to me that a guy could fix a car, run faster than me (which isn't really hard), be 5' 10" or above, blond hair, blue eyes, well-educated. i guess i was seeking really concrete abilities, traits that could be quantified or proven true with a piece of paper, or a number. and i guess, as i've gotten older, i've stopped objectifying chemistry. i've come to realize that it's not something that can really be predicted, and that when it exists, it's not even something you can explain or justify. and with that change, i know that i've started to seek different things. i wonder things like - is he someone who can keep a promise, follow through with his word, and make me laugh when there isn't anything to laugh at but just ourselves? would my brother like him? is he passionate about anything and everything? would he open the door for a stranger or abdicate his seat to the elderly? does he pass the homeless man on the street w/o giving him a quarter?
maybe these things will change over the next few years. actually, they inevitably will. but i guess i just realized that i don't care for the highly desirable-adonis-man-magnet anymore. i've met men who seem perfect. they only stay that way until you realize that they've completely lost sight of things that they can't write down on their resume or application.
i'll pass on those. send me the fellow without the impressive credentials, without the titles, without the gold placards on his office door. i'll take the one who smiles at the weary, hugs his mater and loves his pater, and makes my parents laugh. and even if he sings like a demented piglet, and dances like an ass-backwards monkey, i'll be perfectly content.Posted by redchilipepper at August 2, 2003 11:15 AM