I Want A Guy

I want a guy who'd watch a bad movie just cos he'd be watching it with me. "Chick flick? Sure. As long as it's with you in my arms, baby." And with a smile, too. He'd watch all four seasons of So You Think You Can Dance and not think it sissy in any way. A guy who doesn't think he's too cool for Grey's Anatomy. Who'd gladly watch it with me and not secretly hate how emo everything is in it.


I want a guy who'd share tubs of Vanilla ice-cream with me throughout lazy Sundays whenever we go through our dated DVD collection. A guy who wouldn't complain about my odd eating habits and quirky food preferences. And he wouldn't force me to change anything about it either. In fact, he'd remember what I like and what I don't. He'd know that chicken skin, bulls balls and garnish aren't for me. And would try not to put me in a position where I'll be forced to chow down anything I don't want to.


I want a guy who will wrestle me during playtime but would never hurt me in any way when it comes down to the things that matter. He'd tell me ghost stories so I'd shimmy closer to him, and then tell me that there are no such things as ghost once he's got me right where he wants me. He'd pillow-fight me till we both drop from exhaustion, and then fall asleep with his head next to mine on that same pillow. Then he'd piggyback me for kicks and call it exercise.


I want a guy who'll understand that there are days when I want to dress up and look pretty. Someone who'll also understand that as much as there are pretty days, there are bad hair days, eyebag days and fat days, too. I want a guy who'd like dressing up every once in awhile. And would appreciate my dressing up for him. He'd commend my effort and know when I've got new hair, new clothes or new shoes and nail polish on. He doesn't govern my wardrobe. Doesn't forbid my going out in certain clothes. And doesn't expect me to look like Plain Jane just cos I'm already attached.


I want a guy who understands that shopping, to girls, is a sport. It's exercise. Healthy, weekly exercise. And if invited, he'll be willing to come along for the ride and offer constructive criticism along the way should the need arise. On the other hand, he'd also understand that there are times when I'll want to shop with my girlfriends. And he shouldn't feel threatened that my preference for their company on certain days means that what we have isn't a priority for me.


I want a guy who'd understand that it would be inevitable that I get emo and moody sometimes. And that there'll be days when I just don't feel like being the nice, obliging girl I was raised to be. When I rant, he'd listen. Not preach. And he'd try to understand what I'm saying even though I'm saying it all wrong. He wouldn't fault me for my bad days but would be the one I'd end up turning to to make those days better.


I want a guy who believes in me and in all I can do. A guy who would never tear me down with mean and insensitive words. A guy who uplifts me and and restores what the rest of the world takes away. I want a guy who'd say nice things to me, offer me sincere compliments, and continue to call me pet names even when we're old, wrinkled and grey. He'd be fiercely protective over me but would never ever be possessive because he understands that my love for him is a gift, and that it's something he never deserved in the first place.


I want a guy who will text me in the middle of the day just to tell me that he can't stop thinking about me. The same guy who would later call me at 5 in the morning just to tell me he misses the sound of my voice and doesn't want to go to sleep before hearing it again. The person I want will love me for all of time. He'd be the one person who could break my heart but wouldn't ever dream of doing it.


I want a guy who'd want our worlds to cross. He'd want to meet my friends. And can't wait to show me off to his own. But he'd also understand that as much as we're together, we're still two individuals living separate lives. No need for being joined at the hip, but never a moment when the other isn't in mind. He'd have his friends, I'd have mine. So, instead of losing ourselves to our relationship and losing our friends along the way because of it, our worlds would have grown to be more than it could have ever been if we hadn't have met and gotten together.


I want a guy who'd want to meet my parents. And would then genuinely like their company. (Hey, my parents are very nice folk, even if I do say so myself!) He'd want to be a part of my family – immediate and extended – as much as he'd want me to be a part of his. That way, not only does integration happen on his side of the family, it happens on mine, too. A romantic relationship is, after all, the coming together of two worlds. Not just two individuals.


I want a guy who would understand the demands of my job. A guy who will see how much I love doing what I do and would also learn to love the fact that loving what I do makes me happy. He won't complain, he won't murmur, but he'll tell me his concerns and allow me room to make my own decisions. I want a guy who would respect me and my decisions enough to never diss my job, my place of work, or my chosen career path. He'd want what's best for me and my career.


I want a guy who doesn't fear commitment. And one who doesn't run from responsibility. He's dependable, sensible, steadfast, honourable and trustworthy. A guy who doesn't condone third-party relationships because he belives in being faithful and loyal to the one who's trusted him enough to place her heart in his hands. To this guy, till-death-do-us-part is more than just lines in a script he was made to say one day in his lifetime. It's more than that. It's a vow to be kept and honoured for all of time.