"He doesn't have to be perfect," I told Husani as we strolled through the West VIllage, telling him what kind of guy I'd be happy with.

He'll be around my age. 27 at oldest. So we'll have similar experiences but since he's not much older, he won't feel he needs to be my father. He'll be a little taller than I am. He'll of course weigh more. Good skin. He'll have good skin but not better than mine. Ok, he'll have decent skin. And his eyes, whatever color will be beautiful. But again ... no more than mine. And when he looks at me ... he'll look right through me. And most times he wouldn't have to say anything. He'll just look at me and I'll know what he's thinking. I'll know that he cares about me. And his smile would be incredibly intoxicating.

He'll be strong. His body will be average. Not perfect. He won't be a gym rat. He'll care about his body enough to maintain it sensibly. We'll take turns being lazy and then active. He'll love cartoons and video games. He'll love South Park. He'll be smart but not cocky. He won't be easily impressed by anything but silly little things. He'll be easily amussed. More so than I. He'll have a dog. Or not. If he doesn't, he'll love dogs anyway. He'll love kids more than I do to keep balance. He'll like being barefoot and his favorite clothes would be jeans and a t-shirt. He'll own a ratty old baseball cap. He'll look good in a suit but he'll hate wearing them.

He'll be a bit clueless. Not stupid, no. Moronically clueless. Like 'I forgot to pick up milk because I was playing basket ball'-clueless. He has to give me just enough to complain about. He'll be very genuine in everything he does. He'll be a lousy liar. I'll always be able to smile around him. I'll always feel safe with him.

He'll love his job. It won't be exactly high-paying. Money won't impress him. He'll never have the desire to be rich. Maybe something in computers so I can get free tech support. He'll be one of those guys who has to fix it even when he knows he should get a professional.

Birthday presents would be quirky. He'll know exactly what I'd like. He'll be able to read me well. And I'll let him. We won't have much money so our vacations will just be roadtrips. Maybe to Florida. No ... Atlanta. And only in May or early June when it's not that hot. We'll never really plan our vacations. Whatever job he has, he'll have enough freedom to just ask for a week off. Sometimes we would probably just take a roadtrip on the weekend. We'll argue about what radio stations to listen to. He'll love a little bit of country music. I don't. He'll love winter since I do.

Our dates would be really cheap. We'll go to parks a lot and just walk. Maybe sit on a bench and people-watch together. Pointing out things that other people around wouldn't notice. We'll listen to Radiohead and Pete Yorn on the floor of his living room. He'll have a small but nice apartment. Slightly untidy. Just a little. And never disgusting. He'll have a fire escape. And even if it doesn't face east we'll sit out there to watch the sun come up. Then go to sleep and eat pancakes whatever time we wake up.