my perfect guy

would be strong, but not so strong he looks like a weight lifter
would be sweet, but not sweeter than me

would be smart, but not smart enough to make me feel illiterate
would be cute, but not so cute he looks like a girl

would be kind, he would help an old lady cross the road and end up walking her home
would be honest, moderately
would be funny, enough to be a professional comedian
would be political, enough to inform me about how corrupt our country is
would be adventurous, enough to whisk me away to Bombay
would be mature, enough to talk about periods
would be decisive, enough for the both of us
would be a pillar, support me in everything I do (even if he knows I could never make it)
would be a reader, and live in the land of fairy tales alongside me (with dragons of course)

I want the kind of love that makes it possible to write a 50 page description of them sleeping. The kind of love that even with a small but long peck on the lips is full of so much passion and love that they inhale your breath and you need to lean on them for support. The kind of love that makes you dizzy at a simple touch.