They guy who was supposed to marry me this weekend was a moderately tall (5'11?) black comic book geek. He'd have been the first of that configuration. Never been with a black comic book geek, I don't think. Well, the 18 year old might have read comics, but geek he wasn't.
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aren't Bellinis awesome?
So, I think my ideal would be a tall Grant Imahara (from Mythbusters).
Mmmm.
Amy knows what I'm talkin' about!!
I spent three years of college lusting after a fellow English major who was a Hawaiian of Chinese and Polynesian descent. OMG, he was beautiful.
My ideal would be half the guys from provocateuse (half? who am I kidding?). That's my type.
If we don't mean to add in personalities. Personality wise, I think if he's open-minded and possesses an ability for humourous cruelty, I think most of the work is complete.
My ideal guy has freckles and green eyes, is a charming hedonist who likes pie, knows his way around a car, and has incredible chemistry with pretty much everything.
Wait ...
And commitment and abandonment issues?
Oh yeah. He looks good in a thigh holster, though.
Guh.
I just looked up my first real date (the unreal dates were the ones I didn't realise I was on--I just let him take me out, pay for everything, and buy me secondhand books of poetry so we could discuss orgasm symbology). He looks just the same, and seems to still be doing more of what he was doing then.
He brought me a rose, which turned me right off (at the time--don't mind so much now), and called me his Nubian Princess, which meant I was never getting over the rose.
On today's xkcd, Zombie Marie Curie returns with advice for today's young women....