So I got another anonymous gift from the office, Daffodils. The office was so busy with the amount of people giving gifts to everyone that I got a card that said that I had a package in the office so I trudged over and got my daffodils. Aren't Daffodils supposed to be a happy flower? Like aren't they supposed to always be smiling or something? A bit ironic When I got home I started talking to myself, about who the perfect man would be. I grabbed my tape recorder and started to make a list so here it is: *Talented Artistically like singing or dancing; Drawing or instruments like guitar or drums *Taller than me, at least tall enough that I could look up at him, but not hurt my neck in doing so *He surprise me with little things like slipping a note into my hand that said I love you, on one of those bad days *He'd be willing to understand my needs, like how I really don't want to be kissed, but really just to be held *He'd have wide shoulders, wide enough that it'd be easier to wrap my arms around his neck to hug him *He'd tease, but he wouldn't be a huge tease. He'd be willing to take some and make some, but he'd stop before anyone got hurt. *He'd try to get me to do more things, things that I've wanted to but never dared to try alone. *He'd help me get over my fear of cars and driving, but wouldn't try to force me into anything or scare me even more *I'd be physically attracted to him and that could mean any hair color or ethnicity *He'd do cute things to me like play with my hair by turning it in his fingers or when hugging me he'd put his chin on my head and let me bury tears in his chest *He would be able to tell if I was mad or jealous and he'd do things to make me feel better by coming over and holding my hand *He'd let enough of his feeling show enough that I'd be able to tell if he was mad and I'd be aware of why, and then I could be his friend then *He'd have a smile just for me, like when we were sharing a secret or if he just saw me and smiled *He'd have very nice arms, like the ones that have definition but not so rock hard that it looks like they've been chiseled out of granite *He'd have a plan for the future, and he'd actually be doing something about it, not just sitting around waiting for life to happen. That is my perfect man. That's who I want. There is plenty of room for mistakes, and differences, but that is my hope and what I really want for Valentine's Day.