She loves the ocean breezes. She doesn't need anyone to tell her she is beautiful, but she appreciates it when you do. She loves sex. She loves the gentle touch of his tongue. She is an old soul. She shops at Victoria's Secret. She knows the difference between white wine and Chardonnay, but prefers Pinot Noir or Merlot. She doesn't have tan lines (but she does have a tan). She loves the smell of fresh cut grass (as long as someone else mowed it). She shops at the gourmet grocery for that special occasion. Massages are not an outrageous luxury. She has had a cavity. She knows what a Phillips screwdriver looks like and sometimes has one in her jeans pocket. She wants to solve world hunger. She shops at Nordstrom's. She always smells wonderful. She kisses you awake in the morning. She isn't afraid to say, "I was wrong". She has very pretty feet. She can help with calculus homework. She is a lady (until it is time for her not to be).
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My Ideal Person: He doesn't eat with his elbows on the table. He knows how to be enticing. He has soft hands. He loves sex. He knows how to take the compliment that he is gorgeous. He always showers in the morning. He can say you are right. He always has a nice tan and she doesn't have any tan lines. He loves to cut the grass and loves for her to bring him lemonade afterwards. He can dance until dawn. He loves to hang around Victoria's Secret when she shops there. He loves the scent and taste of a woman. He knows that he alone can't solve world hunger. He has nice looking feet. Massages are not an outrageous luxury. He can change his own oil. He is a very good traveler, but he packs like a woman. He desires intimacy. He can help with calculus homework. He laughs at his own stupid jokes. He is a kindred soul. He can BBQ an awesome steak. He knows what it means to be alone. He is a gentleman (until it is time for him not to be).
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