Short, straight and messy dark brown hair, spiking on all directions, he looks like he just ran his fingers through it every morning after a shower. Tall, with broad shoulders, just the perfect place to lean my head on or for me to nuzzle that delicious junction where his shoulder and neck meets. Smile that curls his luscious lips at the end and produces the most amazing dimples in his cheeks. Cheekbones and eyelashes most women will kill to have. Eyes, that looks at you as if you're the only woman on the planet. He has a strong chin and jaw, reminiscent of Pierce Brosnan, and has just enough body hair, not too much, but not bald either, on all the right places. He is bordering on thin when you first see him, but really muscular and lean, especially when you see his fit abdominal six-pack. His butt is not especially big, not fit, but not non-existent either. And last but not the least, he walks as if he really believes he can give you the moon and the stars, full of confidence, yet not overbearing.
He doesn't feel uncomfortable quoting Shakespeare, Joyce, and Whitman, nor roll his eyes heavenward when he hears you say lines of Cummings, Dickinson or gush at Jane Austen's romantic classic novels. You are both fond of music, but although he likes jazz and you like pop, you both love to listen to both. He can eat like a hungry horse, eating anything and everything, even the squidballs and isaw that you like to eat in U.P. Diliman campus. He's good in math, and science and finance and accounting, all those subjects you knew you could never ever help your children to learn. When you're at formal dinners and formal parties, he is all proper and the perfect gentleman, laughing your uncertainties away with great ease and he's not the least bit ashamed of you either, if you mistakenly use the dessert spoon for your soup.
What’s more, he’s not going to announce that he likes children and pets, but you can actually see it by how patient he is when your nephew wants him to point out all the elephants in the movie Dumbo, and how he is conspicuously aware of your old pet dog. He’s not into saving the earth and the animals movement like you are but remembers not to buy narra furniture and throw things anywhere like he used to. He’s charming and sweet, so much so that he and your parents are closer than you will ever be with your mom and dad. What your parents don’t know is that he is just like any other guy who gets mad when someone looks at him the wrong way, and he can drink and he spends so much money on car accessories, sports and gadgets that he likes to display. He can also get into good-natured pissing contests with his male friends, but he’s not a war freak that challenges everyone to a fistfight at the slightest miscalculated look from another male.
When the two of you are together, you like it that he holds your hand, even when you’re just watching CSI Las Vegas. He watches ‘Will and Grace’ and laughs out loud when Will and Jack make fun of straight guys. He doesn’t want to watch girly movies, but will go anyway just because he knows you will pout and huff and puff till he doesn’t have any choice but to pull all his hair out or just indulge you. He sleeps through most of the Oprah Winfrey show but listens to you ramble on and on about the things you heard from Oprah. He teases you a lot, goes into farting and burping contests with you and always touches your ‘love handles’ as if they really are love handles. You talk like old friends and can sometimes have comfortable silence when you’re both reading books, him with his latest science fiction and you with the latest bestseller.
He laughs loudly, listens seriously, smiles and winks warmly, frowns fondly, shouts and hollers that makes you feel you’re really a quiet person in comparison, burps and farts like your best guy friends, dances maniacally in public like some John Travolta wannabe, give plenty of hugs and kisses, and loves you with all his heart.
He’s not perfect. He is a slob, always late when you hate people who are late. Proper, when you are not, because you think proper people are sissies. He thinks he’s God’s gift to women and you think to yourself, well, he probably is, but he shouldn’t brag about it. He bores you with business stories, financial situations, economic crises, and everything else that you truly don't understand but you nod and pretends to listen anyway, because he listens to your Oprah ramblings, you might as well listen to his musings as well. He is a non-practicing Catholic, who always feels sleepy during mass. And although he likes your fat butt, he is constantly asking you to go hiking, mountain climbing and spelunking with him.
Ladies and gentlemen, meet my Prince Charming.
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