Let's make no bones about it, the perfect boy for me would not only have to be utterly hilarious himself, but would also have to find me utterly hilarious. And very interesting. And smart.
I hate to say it, but he'd also want to have a sturdy grasp of the English language. Good spelling is oddly important to me.
Umm, no facial hair, please. Bar eyebrows. And eyelashes.
Plenty of free time on his hands.
Happy enough to dance with me in public.
A cider fan.
A fan of spoiling me silly.