Apparently… Tall, Dark, and Douche bag.
This is my first post officially over him. It was surprising how suddenly it happened… I stepped out of my apartment one Saturday morning and realized that the lead weight that I had been carrying in my chest for the past two months had vanished.
It was like seeing the world for the first time… Everything smelled better, looked better, I walked with a carefree bounce in my step and I was shocked to find that when I searched my heart for his name, the dull ache I had previously felt had dissipated.
I knew, of course, that it would probably return the next time I bumped into him or if I saw him afar with another girl, but this was the first time I felt truly okay by myself, and it was thrilling.
Immediately, I began looking towards my future. As everyone knows, you can never find out where you’re going until you understand where you have been. I, for whatever reason, have a soft spot for jerks. Not horrible guys who get a kick out of treating women disrespectfully, but the ones who don’t, and probably won’t ever, care about me the way that I deserve.
I resolve that my next man will treat me right. Not just because I’m worth it, but, more specifically, because he knows that I am worth it.
Therefore Step 1 of my future happiness is redefining my type.
As a 22 year old female, my type has traditionally been rooted in superficiality. Clearly, this has steered me wrong and it’s time to rectify that.
Here are a few specifics to start me off:
He must not have a temper. This means that he is laid back and has an even perspective on the world. He understands calmness and takes the time to understand situations before emotionally reacting to them. He is not, however, unemotional and detached. You need passion for love, but passion is not the same thing as anger.
He likes to talk to me. This means that he isn’t afraid of his emotions and feelings and trusts me enough to share them with me. He is actually interested in my opinions and listens to them so that he can contribute in a respectful way. He won’t make me feel like I am intruding on him when I want to talk, but he won’t be afraid to tell me when he needs space.
He understands respect. This means that he will understand the boundaries of our relationship and will be considerate of them. He will never do things to make me jealous or uncomfortable. He will never attempt to publicly make fun of me, and he will always treat the people that I love with the respect that they deserve.
He is secure. This means that he will never act out or do things he may regret because his is worried about where he stands with me. This does not mean that he is conceited, but that he trusts me and what we have. I will never have to worry about him doing something rash because he incorrectly assumed I was being unfaithful. He will always confront me about his fears and will allow me to do the same with him.
He loves movies. This may seem foolish but, as evidenced by my blog’s title, movies are my life. I can reference a movie for literally every event, circumstance, or subject brought up in my life (or anyone elses for that matter) and it is important to me that my man understand what I am talking about. He also needs to have true enjoyment when it comes to exploring new types of films. (Hello… I’m trying to go to film school)
… Oh, and he must be a sexy, manly-man, who can also dance 🙂
Regardless… I think this is a great start, but by no means the end.