My dream guy:
a) is a barista.
b) owns a vineyard (not Ben).
c) finds my OCD tendencies to be endearing.
d) can and will yell back at me when I am simply being ridiculous.
e) has fire in his belly.
If you guessed all of the above, you are correct. I would perhaps settle for three out of the five.
On this Valentine’s Day, I am not hitched, pining for someone, or bitter. I am simply OK. Of course I would like to find my needle in a haystack, my dream guy. But patience is a virtue. And I am willing to wait for the right guy. Chances are I have met him and just don’t know it (or stubbornly refuse to see it) yet.
In the meantime, I’ll cherish my non-romantic loved ones and enjoy my very own bottle of red wine. Cheers and Happy Saint Valentine’s Day!
