The Player to be Named Later

…should have smarts – both book and street.
...should be loyal.
…should make me laugh loud and often.
…should not talk about money and how much of it he has.
…should not spend more time looking in the mirror than I do.
…should like the way I look in a baseball cap.
…should like my dog.
…should be liked by my dog.
…should like road trips.
…should be able to hang with my friends.
…should be able to come to a work function of mine and hold his own.
…should let me spoil him on his birthday.
…should remember my birthday.
…should not be a screamer when in an argument.
…should like the outdoors.
…should be able to understand that sometimes, I just need to be alone for a little while.
…should like backrubs because I do them well and often.
…should like to travel.
...should want to live in Colorado.
…should say what he means and mean what he says.
…should not be a workaholic.
…should have some sort of belief system.
…should be able to dance…or at least like to.
…should realize that my family means the world to me.
…should be honest.
…should want a family someday.
…should like Coors Light.
...should be confident without being cocky.
...should like live music.
...should have a life of his own.
...should know that I have standing dates with my girls that will not be broken.
...should know that I have wicked road rage sometimes.
...should be patient with my golf game.
...should make me weak in the knees when he kisses me.

***For J, who doesn't think I know what I really want. I believe I just articulated it quite clearly and I believe the next Chipotle trip is on you.***