My Kind of Woman- Part One.

I've been getting a lot of of questions about the usual character sketches I paint of women I meet or write about and what kind of a girl is my 'type' to say the least. Needless to say all of them have been from other women. Smile if you must, but the following few posts in this series should quell the rumors around along with answering a few if not all the questions regarding my preferences. I must admit I also found this idea borderline ridiculous and the prospect of ex girlfriends and their families reading it up even funnier.

Please bear in mind that all of this is absolutely non serious, fictitious(who am I kidding....) and not to be taken seriously. I am also aware that some people might read this as a piece with very sexist undertones. To these people I ask to write about their ideal guy, Because I can't sadly.

My ideal woman-

Should be inclined towards and appreciate the arts, performing or otherwise.

Should love to read, read all kinds of books, anything that she finds interesting.Should be able to read between the lines, see through to the author, and then tell me about it.

Should know how to fool around with one musical instrument, or dance, paint, act or be productive with scrap and love doing it.

Should be open to all genres of music. The only genre of music she does not appreciate should be the type she has not heard yet.

Should have mood swings. But not all the time.

Should have the perfect balance of slutty, reserved and street smart.

Should dress to the occasion. A tad bit smarter than the rest to stand out.

Should be able to make good conversation, play with words and tear people to shreds with them when necessary. Even me.

Should love to cook, experiment in the kitchen(smirks) and love to eat.

Should appreciate colour. Should love to play with colour. Should appreciate the gift of sight.

Should be culturally inclined. Should look forward to festivities especially if an Indian.

Should take pride in her upbringing, of her roots and her family.

Should not be dependent or a slave to any substance, chemical, product or person.

Should be open to the idea of experimenting with alternative states of consciousness.

Should love animals.

Should love animals more than humans.

Should respect people's privacy.

Should not indulge in unnecessary verbal exchanges that demean or assassinate a person's character out of
spite publicly.

Should love to travel.

Should be open to Friday morning alarms at 4 AM with me standing over and telling her we're off to XXXX location for the weekend.

Even better, should be standing over my bed at 3:30 AM on random Friday mornings and telling me we're off to XXXX location for the weekend.

Should love cinema. The art of cinema and appreciate the nuances and technicalities involved.

Should be someone who I learn something new from everyday.

Should grab the newspaper before me every morning.

Should have an intelligent sense of humour.

Should have a healthy dose of cynicism. Roses on valentine's day should return sarcasm followed by genuine concern for where we were headed for dinner that night and appreciation for whispering in the ear when not required.

Should write full length sentences while making use of the short messaging services available on cellular phone networks.

Should love to work hard for a cause, a belief she finds meaning in and pursue it with all her strength. Should love to party harder, but not in excess.

Should have a health dose of materialism. Should understand that diamonds may not necessarily be my best friend and that Yellow Sapphires, Topaz and even Turquoise can be just as if not more sexy.

Should be entrepreneurial and have the urge to start something on her her own.

Should have a spirit of adventure. I will not say anything more.

Should be comfortable  in her own skin.

Need not be the most attractive person on the planet. Just know how to present herself.

Be a good friend, a nag, and pure evil when necessary in her dealings with me.

Should get me, my thoughts and accept me for what I am, inclusive of all my weaknesses, flaws and the skeletons in my cupboard.

OR


I could just be in love with her.


So universe, are you listening?