I want someone who laughs freely,

Who savors every bite of food as much as I do,

Who is aware of his own emotions and willing to share them,

Who doesn't want to kill me when I share mine.

I want someone who will dance with me,

Be it in the middle of a bar or in the middle of a parking lot.

I want him to dance well, I want him to dance awfully.

I don't care, I just want him to enjoy the moment.

I want someone who smiles at me with his eyes,

Who has a certain kind of sexy that only I can see.

Someone with dark hair and an ever-present five o'clock shadow,

Who looks just as good in jeans as he does in a suit.

I want an amazing friend, who is equally amazing in bed.

Someone ready to explore everything, and shies away from nothing.

Who is willing to embrace new ideas and concepts,

But remains completely true to himself.

Oh, and someone who loves me ridiculous amounts.

The End.

Holy crap, I sure want a lot. Maybe if I'm lucky this dream guy that I'm conjuring up in my head will pop out of my closet after I close my eyes and mutter "Manra-cadabra" over and over again. I have a feeling that I'm setting my standards pretty damned high, but really, it could happen. I could live my life like a bad romantic comedy and everything would be fine and dandy. And there would be a lot of jumping into my man's arms and spinning around in circles, because that's what happy people do. All the time.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not sitting here fantasizing about the next great thing to walk into my life. I am A-OK with being single at the moment, seeing as I am thoroughly enjoying its little perks. But eventually, when I have done everything thing that I aspire to do for/by myself, then I will welcome this surreal man into my open arms. Just like the Journey song, but even cooler.

"Does he even exist?" you ask yourself. "Is she going to be sitting around waiting for her fantasy man forever?"

Well my friends, the answer is: I sure as hell hope not.


Miss Fuller, Anniemosity's hero, can be described as a romantic in many senses of the word, and we think that's wonderful. She, too, likes great things, including fictional men, food (more than the average human does), excellent music, the little things in life, and being her bomb-ass self. Trivia: did you know that Anniemosity and Fuller grew up in rival suburbs? And that Anniemosity's high school kicked Fuller's high school's ass in football? (That may or may not be true -- Anniemosity never paid attention to high school sports. Expect a correction in the comment section.) For more from Fuller, read her blog... which, really, you should be doing anyway.

Fuller, pictured with Fat Tony on Halloween.