On a nippy Friday night with surprisingly no drinking to do I was dozing off to some random made-for-TV movie when out of the blue this voice started shrieking at me “You want to know what I want in a girl?” If it were a friend I would’ve instinctively colorfully abused him and his lineage and went back to the TV. It was my alter ego, so it was more like a call of duty, if you will. Considering He feeds me, clothes me and lets me watch our beloved Lakers in his humongous 50” Plasma TV I thought, “Hmmm… Why the #$%^ not?”
And so for the next 30 minutes, ladies and gentlemen I watched my other self, the freewheeling enigmatic 30 yrd old contraption rattle like a runaway train on what sets him off on a girl, what ticks him and bugs the hell out of him about them. So if any of this is your cup of tea, join me. Else… I don’t know… Go back to doing whatever the $%^& it is you were doing in the first place.
Peace be with y’all!
Driven to excel…
Agreed no one’s splitting the atom at work everyday. But then they’re not twiddling their thumbs and just updating Excel sheets either! Fact is, people do love their work and you’ve got to atleast act like it means something to you. I’m looking for a self-reliant, confident and career oriented woman who can stand up for herself at all times.
(Laughs) All right! I am not looking for Revolver Rita either!
Truth be told, it’s a colossal mistake throwing away years of study and hard work in exchange for becoming a vegetating homemaker in charge of cooking, cleaning etc. That’s a total turnoff man! I would never allow that to happen.
Nobody’s ambition is to just get married and settle down. That’s the stuff you read about only in Mills & Boon novels. Instead, everyone wants to excel in their chosen career paths, which is predominantly what I’m looking for in Ms. Right as well. She can be a florist, dabbling in IT, or even a neurosurgeon, but what’s going to get her ratings up is her passion to succeed.
(Laughs) “You think that’s never going to happen, do you?”
I just smiled wistfully and pretended to take notes…
The core…
Let’s face it man. Life’s not a recurring Sun TV episode. So mom’s don’t have an acerbic tongue, which means wives don’t have to be at their scheming and conniving best. Which really means you don’t have to put on any act 24x7 to get through. Stay true to yourself, put your best straightforward honest foot forward and you’ll find life’s in fact a cakewalk after all. For you and the man walking next to you.
Talk it out whatever it is that’s eating you. I’m not a mind reader by any stretch of imagination and for the life of me cannot fathom what’s running through your mind. No means No and Yes means Yes in my dictionary. And if there’s a book called “Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus” I haven’t heard about it!
Say you have a sense of humor and I’ll award you a star right away.
On the Outside…
Let me clarify this. I am not searching for Ms. drop-dead gorgeous. I’m better of googling or Youtubing Victoria Secret models instead. What turns me on instinctively is a cute smile. Nothing brightens up the face (and another man’s spirit) with a smile that says “I’m so ravishing. Want to get to know me?” Have one of that and I’m ready to listen even if she’s just reciting alphabets or singing bhajans.
Contrary to what most guys think, no she doesn’t have to look like the color of milk. Almost every white person I know wants to get a tan to become more brown! I like to think dusky is what’s in these days.
And please tell me she’ll keep her hair long for eternity. There’s nothing sexier than a girl dancing her hair in the breeze or experimenting with myriad styles and colors. I mean, just ask Madhuri Dixit. Seriously, let’s leave them “bob cuts” or “boy cuts” (or whatever it is called) to Demi Moore.
Respect the figure…
I’m a straight jacketed red blooded guy who’s been brought on the notion that “Nacchhu Figure” refers to a woman who has her contours well defined, doesn’t have to shop in the L/XL/XXL section of the store and doesn’t have a heart attack whenever she steps on the scales. Yes, I need a girl who realizes that her body’s her biggest asset and works every day to keep it in shape. I mean, no one’s training for the Iron Man here, but you know, do whatever it is that keeps you slim. Maybe it’s running helter-skelter on the treadmill, aerobics or even pretending to do some yoga on a bed sheet J
Well… I’m not chomping on chips and packing on the pounds when I’m saying these. Thanks to 24Hr Fitness I can stand shirtless in front of my mirror and not have to suck in my paunch all the way. Though the pecs need some work…
30 minutes into this and I had a sinking feeling that it was petering into “Manal Kayiru: Part II”. Finding his philosophy psychobabble too much to handle I decided to take leave. But I couldn’t resist asking one more question,
Hey man! You’ve been yakking away about this Ms. Right all along. If you do find her what would you do to her?
(Pauses for a minute or two)
Well… Nothing much. Just treat her like the queen she is for the rest of her life.
Amen brother!
Atmarajan
