another day...

another four more times ive been asked why i'm single...

'a girl like you shouldnt struggle for a boyfriend' - your right i dont struggle, i could date any scroat from the streets, but im too fucking fussy, okay?

'your in your 20s now, i was married when i was your age' - and this tells me your more than likely divorced now, things have moved on since we entered Anno Domini.

'you don't have a boyfriend? why ever not?' - because i dont want one.

'what do you mean you don't want one?' - simple, i. dont. want. one. i'm too selfish, fussy and not in the slightest interested in, at this moment in time, sharing my life with someone and giving my valuable time to someone. the only pro for a relationship for me is regular sex, and even that fades after the honeymoon period.

yes im a cynic.
and yes, maybe i havent met the 'right' person yet.
what ever and who ever that may be.
my perfect man?
he would have to be very witty.
as a bonus, i quite enjoy a dry sense of humour.
someone who knows as much, but not more than me, about music and pointless shitty bands no-one else has ever heard of.
or at least someone who would listen to me witter on about how fabulous these shitty bands are.
quirk.
he would have to have quirk.
and possibly a pair of winkle pickers.
maybe a pair of skinny jeans, depending on how well he carried them off.
good fashion sense is a necessary.
if it was like design a boyfriend he would look like a cross between pete doherty, not that i find him attractive he just interests me, ben bostrom, because i do find him attractive and pete wentz, thrown in for good measure.
he would defiantly have to interest me, that matters more than anything.
more than looks.
more than cock size.
more than anything.
honesty is the best policy.
i love someone that interests me.
someone i just want to look at
and figure out.
interesting is good.
and someone who can write.
well not just write, someone who is good with words.
not speaking them.
but writing them down.
and obviously someone i'd just have to rip the clothes off and fuck right there and then.
but above everything
above the music
above the fashion
above the personality
and above the looks
someone who thinks im interesting
someone who thinks im beautiful
no matter what.
even when im ill...i.e. hungover
even when i just wake up, usually hungover.
and someone whos not afraid to tell me.
and when he does.
he says it from his heart.