My Dream Girl: What She Would Be Like

I have high standards when it comes to women. I know that some men focus on personality, but let’s face it, the physical package is pretty darn important. The more I thought about my dream girl, the more specific my fantasy became. And since I refuse to settle for anything less than perfection, I came up with a pretty extensive list of her qualities.

Her hair has to be long, dark and silky. The longer, the better. Also, it has to be straight – none of that curly stuff.

She must have a beautiful smile, one that lights up the room, and one that she reserves for me.

She can’t be too short. Five foot six, or five foot eight is a good height. If she’s taller, I’ll feel emasculated, and if she’s shorter, well, that’s just wrong.

She needs to have big, natural breasts, and a firm ass. I’m not interested in any flat-chested, boyish girls, and I prefer a firm bottom over a saggy one.

She has to be outgoing, yet reserved enough to know when to be quiet and listen.

She must enjoy sex and be open to trying new things.

She must not only be attractive, but also smart, funny, and sweet.

She must be someone I can see a future with, who won’t bore me in ten years, someone I will enjoy being around until the end of my days.

She must make my heart race and my palms sweat, just by looking at her.

She has to be a giver, someone who puts her man before herself.

I want a woman who knows how to be a lady, who knows her way around a kitchen, and who will always look good, even when she doesn’t think so.

Most of all, I want a woman who loves me and will stick by me through thick and thin, no matter what.

Now, am I asking for too much? Is that really a big ask? Not really. I think women like that do exist. They’re out there. You just have to find them.

That’s the beauty of dating: It’s like a treasure hunt. You’re always on the lookout for a diamond in the rough. And sometimes, you strike gold. For that reason I call myself a prospector of women. I’m always out there, sifting through the mud and dirt, digging for the elusive gem. All the trash must be discarded, the gold dust sifted out. Most women are dull rocks. I have a keen eye for the few rare and beautiful specimens that sparkle. I will not find a boring rock and then act like I’m happy with it. I deserve a gem, and I won’t settle for less.

So, to my dream girl out there, I hope you read this and know that I’m coming. I’m searching for you, and I will find you. Because to you, I’m more than just a man; I’m your prince. I’m your Ideal Guy.

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