It's been a really long time since I dated. No, really. The last date I went on was with a guy that passed gas in the restaurant and thought I was just going to go home with him for sex. Um, no, and eww. I shouldn't even call it a date. While I don't mind paying for my dinner, he had to announced that more women should be like that, et cetera ad nauseum. This was a further insult. I actually was paying because I've started to get the sense that when men pay for dinner that they think they've paid for me for the evening. Um, no. 1) Not a whore. 2) You're an ASSHOLE. (Okay, so the rage is still in there... seriously, if you think paying 100 bucks for dinner or 50 bucks in drinks entitles you to a cum shot of any kind, you're a waste of space. Stop breathing my oxygen.)
Anyway.... I feel a bit more ready to talk about what I'd like in a relationship. Much of this was implied by my rather impressive rants, if I do say so myself (It's weird reading what you wrote 2/3 years ago). But, it's time to get more specific.
I'm going to start with my specifics (this is my blog after all), and then go broader to behavior and such.
35 to 47ish, clean cut, a little salt and pepper is fine but not bald, deep eyes showing wisdom, softer features.
Genuine. Kind. Neat, clean, floss, but doesn't check himself in every mirrored surface. Fresh breathe is very important. Be educated. Don't be a hipster.
|No. Bad hipster.|
Be progressive. Like world food. Be able to impress me with an amazing home-cooked meal. Be domesticated.
Be cultured/cosmopolitan. Bonus if you have a posh BBC accent and facially attractive. Don't look like an adult baby (it's seriously creepy). I don't mind red heads.