So I forgot a few things for my list. Keep in mind these are dream qualities... *sigh*

In 3 inch heels must not be anywhere near his shoulder. (How on earth could I have forgotten this? Must have thought it obvious) ( I am about 5'3")
Conclusion. Tall.
Must not be idiot.
Must be honest but not brutally so (hey I can refrain too).
Must not be accident prone.
Must have all senses intact - vision, hearing, touch, - the usual.
Must be mobile.
Must not be technology challenged.
Money is always good.
Must not be lame.
Must look good in black turtlenecks, 3/4's, speedos (v. rare), hats of all kinds, sandals
Facial hair blahhh. Ick. Sideburns - no!!!
Must always be at whim
Must be always going somewhere new, trying new things. Hate bores.

Ok I done...for now.

O god. Must you people have to remind me how lame my life is at every hour of the day? Everyone is out, or going out. Grrrr. I may as well go to the fucking casino tomorrow night to turn into big bag of salt with...family. Uggggghhhh the horror. There are never cute guys there...and picking up or attempting lamely with mother/aunt and her whole band around is not good. Not good at all. Should pull in friends... But still. Yuck. Grand Bazaar is not my cup of tea.

No one is calling (well I'm online - but I doubt it very much), no one is e-mailing (not even forwards), no one is taking me out. Loneliness and boredom. Going to be found dead eaten by stuffed dogs. Will turn into old hag without ... anything. Argh I hate you.
I don't want to lime with ex's loser friend who is only interested in friend and who wouldn't mind fucking me. I don't like him at all. Big setup. Moronic clown.