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My Ideal

So, I can't sleep and I found a list that I wrote earlier this year. I haven't looked at it in a while because I was too busy being chased around by a snarling bat-winged honey-bucket (as Annan would say). I guess in light of my last entry I should be asking: does this list represent the average guy?

My Ideal
*Is a Christian. I can share my values and beliefs with him. He understands why faith is important to me and doesn't mind that I want to raise our children to know God.
*Openly expresses love in all forms. He makes me feel safe to gush. We create our story together.
*Respects my decisions. He respects my hair, the type of work I choose to do, and that I choose not to drink.
*Has good mental health.
*Respects the fact that I am concrete and solution oriented.
*Wants to set goals with me. He has his own goals and shares them with me.
*Wants children.
*Recognizes the value of a stay-at-home parent and wants that for his children.
*Can plan for the future.
*Believes marriage should last for a life time and wants to make that commitment.
*Can fix things better than I can.
*Is not overly picky. He doesn't care which way the TP rolls or how someone peels an orange.
*Loves words, music, poetry, and art. He is able to express himself creatively.
*Doesn't mind me being silly and singing/talking/dancing to myself.
*Can balance social norms and having fun.
*Doesn't instigate situations with nor escalate strangers.
*Is there for me when I feel down, even if it's over something stupid.
*Can and does answer silly questions, wears costumes, and dances in public.
*Doesn't mind that I'm a picky eater.
*Is proud enough of me to introduce me to the people important to him.
*Can have intelligent conversations.
*Has a sense of humor. He can take what he gives out.
*Won't disappear because things didn't turn out the way he wanted them to.
*Will accept nuturance and help from me.

This is my checklist. All applicants must be at least 26 years old and meet half of the criteria. How's that Annan? 

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