my dream man would have a favourite song that was a bit lame. like something by led zep. and he would like it both ironically and earnestly in equal portions. or maybe layla by eric clapton. that would be perfect.

he wouldn't like rugby. at least not fanatically. i refuse to become one of those women who calls up her friends upon receiving an invite to a party to advise that it's the same night as some party or another and could they please reschedule so larry and i could attend.

he would not be called larry though.

he would have some really attractive quirk. like a fear of heights. we'd work through it though and then do a sky jump from the sky tower - here pictured - together. maybe on our second wedding anniversary.

and clever! seriously. you've never met anyone smarter. well, there would be me. but that's a given.

and what else... a freedom fighter. in some form. but not some lower level freedom like freedom of advertising speak. maybe freedom to live in warm housing or something. that would be awesome. or heck, maybe indigenous rights protector (as already mentioned i have met the man of my dreams in this respect already. see numerous posts on adelaide).

well dressed. i've given up on attractive. now i'll settle for fashion sense. think metrosexual only gayer. reow.

in the weekends we will go to wainuiomata in the summer or upper hutt in the winter so we can waterslide. which will be hard since not larry has a fear of heights. hmmm... but maybe the fear only kicks in when you're higher than 50 metres and away from water.

not larry will also have lots of friends so i don't have to talk to him too much when i'd rather be in my room reading about capitated funding and which projects i will prioritise over the coming months. my projects are not special community projects. more like work projects. and not larry
will give me the occassional home truth about being a work a holic. and i will tease him about being a sissy and afraid of heights. and then we will make out.

and not larry will let me call our first born tupac.

anyway, the search for not larry may begin proper tomorrow. if i don't chicken out when me and this guy team up in a quest to hook eachother up with the men (or in his case woman) of our dreams. bring it.