I am tired of being rational. I am tired of history, statistics and memorizing names. College has given me enough of that already. I am ready to dream. I am ready to be a little bit shallow and needy. I am ready to wish on shooting stars and blow on every dandelion I pass. Maybe my dream man isn't out there. Maybe I'll never meet him, I may never get married either. But I can dream.
My dream man can teach me how to drive stick shift.
My dream man can lift me up with ease and make me feel small.
My dream man has a smile that reaches all the way up to his eyes.
My dream man laughs at my jokes and can joke right along with me.
My dream man is not afraid to dance, even if he's not that good at it.
My dream man can have deep conversations with me about the stars.
My dream man questions the world as much as I do.
My dream man has a sense of humor that isn't just about laughing when something is funny.
My dream man keeps me on my toes and has a good sense of adventure.
My dream man can make me blush.
My dream man holds my hand in public.
My dream man wants four kids someday.
My dream man looks good with scruff.
My dream man doesn't snore.
My dream man likes to sit outside.
My dream man is more competitive than me.
My dream man gets along with my family.
My dream man likes to read.
My dream man wears flipflops at times.
My dream man has pretty eyes.
My dream man can sing and play guitar.
My dream man will kiss me in the rain.
My dream man isn't afraid to be goofy.
My dream man isn't afraid to get his hands dirty.
My dream man is good at sports.
My dream man gets along with my friends.
My dream man eats healthy.
My dream man may not be out there. But I can dream.
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