Well, for one thing, he has to have proper hygiene. Must know how to cook and boil water. Lord knows, I can't. He needs to know that I don't like to make sandwiches and that the kitchen is a place for both men and women. The toilet seats need to be set down at ALL time when I'm in the house with him. He needs to be a real proper and gentlemen-like. He doesn't have to be perfect, but perfect wouldn't hurt, you know? He must know I like cuddling and snuggling. Know how to kill wild game if an untimely apocalyptic event occurs. Must know to to play Super Mario Bros. 2 and also he must know how to use a 12 gauge shot gun, just in case a zombie outbreak does happen. He must be willing to wear a cape, blue and red tights just in case I have a sudden urge to be saved by Superman. He has to know to pick up after himself. I'm not going to be his mother. I hate guys who leave the towel on the floor. You know how many germs travel by feet? It's actually kinda disgusting. He must treat me like a princess. If I want to be a fragile wall flower one second and then Wonder Woman the next, he must be completely adaptable to my sudden mood swings.
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