This would be anotha ramble post, yahz? x]
Ya know, ever since I could remember, I was sure of what kind of person I would want to marry in the future.
When Ashley and I were little, we would occasionally have these little conversations with mummy about the future; what kind of man our mum would want for us (and I could still remember clearly what she said: “I don’t care what race/religion he is. He could be African or Jamaican or whatever, for all I care. As long as he treats you right and makes you happy, I’ll be happy.“), and what would be ‘our type of guy’ (or in that case that time, boy).
Mine has always been the same: Good sense of humour, happy-go-lucky, friendly, loving, loyal, not too possessive, NOT PROUD/SNOBBISH (nothing is more of a turn off than that) and not afraid to show their affection in front of others. Looks are an added plus, and, as I grew up, I added ‘tall’ to my list.
A guy who possesses all of the above traits would be my perfect guy. But of course, I didn’t hope for meeting someone who had all the above traits. Mummy taught me to be thankful with what I have. =3
I’ve never had anyone fulfill all of the above criteria anyways.
And I dare not sing praises for this one, for fear of jinxing it.
BUT.. dare I say that he just might have clinched at least half (if not all) of the characteristics above?
I’m going slow; I’m following my heart.
And right now, it’s saying YES.