The Measure of a Man
Okay, so I’ve now been burned, ditched, dropped and heartbroken six ways from Sunday, and I’m sick and tired of it. Being a writer, I made cathartic notes during my upsets, and as a result have created something valuable. I’ve complied a short list of qualities that I want in my future man. These are very broad ideas, and nothing too extraordinary. I am willing to bend a little, but overall he must possess the majority of the following:
Did I create the impossible? Did I just essentially remove myself from the dating scene altogether? I don’t think so – because I’m personally capable of everything on this list, and therefore know it’s achievable. I won’t pull this thing out on a first date and put my date on the spot, but in the back of my mind I’ll be noticing red flags. It will be a tool for me to use, and maybe even remind myself if something isn’t going quite right. As any single person knows, we’re all pioneers out here, and it’s rough terrain.