stepford wives, here i come

feminists out there will kill me, but here goes...

i like being taken care of. i enjoy the feeling of waking up in the morning knowing there's someone out there waiting to oppress you or be oppressed by you, who'll laugh with you and at you, who'll leave you alone when your bipolar-ity rears its ugly head and you hate everybody, who'll suffocate you with sweetness when you love the whole world.

i like having long conversations about important things and dumb things, things that are funny and serious and sad.

i like being made breakfast, or lunch, or dinner. candlelight is a cliche i can do away with, but the warm body and nice-not stilted, not formal- conversation, those are musts.

i like guys who can loosen up and look clean-grungy semi-preppy all-out-formal and still be cute. and funny.

cute and funny...i like that. more than the bad guy, all angst, reform-me-no-don't, myterious cause i don't talk thing that most guys try to pull off. cute and funny will take you through irritatingly hot afternoons and long evenings with nothing to do.

gentlemanly, not too crass. i'm not the i like them soft kind of guy, i like guys who are guys. but a little decency isn't too much to ask.

carry books, open doors, pull out chairs, try to dance, at least offer to pay.

who says that that's dead?

why should it die?