The list

I've had some interesting conversations recently with a wide variety of people in the last few months - challenging, honest, deep conversations.  I've been overwhelmed by the amount of information people I hardly know are willing to share with me.  It's refreshing and reassuring.  

One particular conversation was around "the list".  I've never heard of the list until recently but evidently it's a thing.  Apparently most girls have a list detailing the attributes of their ideal man.  This is something I have never considered.  To be honest, I don't have a "type".  Clearly, most women do. 

According to my recent random survey, I am a freak!  I was amazed to hear how descriptive women are when it comes to "the list".  Women listed particular personality traits, hobbies, drinking and smoking habits, fashion sense, nationality, height, weight, hair colour, physique, facial hair, eye colour, even eyelash length!  And then they use the items on the list to weigh guys up.  

I was pestered to develop my list.  I declined.  Eventually, however, I gave in.  I am one of the fussiest people I know.  I was actually surprised at how difficult I found the exercise.   I will admit that I could never be attracted to a stupid man; it's just not how I roll therefore, top of the list for me is intelligence. There is nothing sexier than a man with a brain (I admit, I am a sapiosexual).  And life's not worth living without a bit of fun so a sense of humor is pretty important.  Other than that, I judge people on an individual basis.  

However, according to the group I was with, two things does not a list make.  So I had to dig deeper to satisfy the now sizable group of men and women that were equally fascinated at how difficult I was finding the set task.  I have always had a thing for a deep voice, kind eyes, lopsided lips and toned arms (triceps to be specific) so I agreed that they would be a bonus.   Despite being tormented, I could not list anything else that, should a man be lacking, would be a deal breaker for me.  

So, there you have it.  Little Miss Fussy would apparently be satisfied with someone that looks like Enrique Iglesias with a body like Hugh Jackman, a mind like Sheldon Cooper and a voice that vibrates your chest like Morgan Freeman. Don't ask for much, do I?