So before anyone says he doesn't exist, note that the word 'dream' was written in capitals :p
Okay let me start by describing his physique and stuff... note again that this is just a mental picture and not compulsory requirements for who I'd love. Lol. Okay so...my dream guy is Idoma (you know...the tribe. From Benue state Nigeria), he's above 6 feet and loves to work out. He's Catholic and loves and respects his mum and sisters. He's 4-7 years older than I am and he's responsible.
He's very honest. He doesn't smoke or drink...or maybe he drinks just a little. He plays sports on Saturdays with his best friends. He is very driven and has plans for his future. He knows his priorities and sticks to them. He has a good reputation and tries not to tarnish his image. He is charming and has alot of charisma. When he talks in a room, people look at him with respect and admiration. He's most likely a fire sign...like a leo.
He graduated uni with a 2nd class upper or a 1st class. He has a masters degree also. He is serious about his job and drives a BMW or a Mercedes. Its not too expensive 'cause he's saving up for his future. He's intelligent and when he talks about his work it sounds so brilliant that its more arousing than phone sex. He has the best jokes! He makes me laugh and he loves music.
He's not a flirt. He loves watches, ties, suits, perfumes, wine and cars. He takes religion seriously and respects me and the choices I make. The words "bitch" or "whore" aren't common in his vocabulary and he doesn't disrespect females. He opens doors for me and waits for me to go into a building first. He kisses my forehead, neck, cheeks, hands and bellybutton. And he tickles me and holds my hands and my waist in public. He carries me on his laps and on his back too.
He notices every tiny detail about me and kisses away my scars and flaws. He never makes me doubt...not even for a second that he's all mine and that his feelings are genuine. He invites me over to play x-box. And we have picnics together, and take walks and play pool together. He buys me flowers, bracelets and teddies. We buy matching tshirts and sneakers. He's never too proud to show emotion or say he's sorry. He wears clean underwear. He doesn't wear the same one for days until it starts to stink.
He can speak French with my Dad or talk about countries he has visited, politics, sports, business and news with my Dad. His mum and sisters love me. He doesn't act all thirsty and so he can just cuddle with me and kiss me. We're best friends, and he tells me about his hopes and dreams...his fears...how his day went and what annoys him.
Oh and maybe he plays the piano or guitar...paints or writes poetry. He doesn't think of himself as greater than me, he knows I will cook and clean because I want to; he doesn't see women as just baby birthing house cleaning bed warmers. And he just...loves me you know. Not because of what I can give him and not for any selfish reasons. He loves me just because.
And he would buy me an engagement ring worth his three month salary, and he'll propose in a very romantic way that would take my breath away ♡♡ and we'd have a perfect wedding and go on a honey moon on some island somewhere.
And we'd live happily ever after.
