Dear Santa,
I really don’t want all that much for Christmas this year. I’ve got pretty much everything I could ever want. I have the world’s best family, the greatest friends I could ever hope for, a house that only God could provide, and Very Merry Christmas by Dave Barnes. What more could I possibly ask for, right? Well… There’s one thing that would be kinda awesome to have around. You can probably guess what it is. I know, I know, you’ve got tons of girls asking for friends or acquaintances to become boyfriends or for boyfriends to become fiancés and what have you. But that’s not what I’m asking for (at least not this year). Besides, it’s probably going to take you a long time to find the guy for me. Not that I doubt you or anything, I just have a good amount of criteria for him to fit and standards that he needs to meet. The first one could go without mentioning, but then people might get confused, blahblahblah. You know how it goes.
So. Number one. He’s gotta love Jesus. I’m talkin’ really love Him, none of that “Oh, I’ll just fake it until she’s into me enough that I get bored” crap.
Number two. He has to be funny. If he can’t make me laugh, he doesn’t have much of a chance at all. And what little chance he may have won’t last him long enough to make me go for him without laughing. [EDIT: He also has to understand my humor and wit, and laugh at my jokes.]
Three. He has to like music. ALL music. Not just one genre. If I were a country girl, I would want him to like country music. If I were a city girl, I would probably want him to like anything on the popular radio station. If I were a rock chick, I would want him to like rock music. If I were an indie girl, I would want him to like indie music. If I were a a rap chick, I would want him to like rap, hip-hop, R&B, etc. You get the idea. The point is, I’m none of those things specifically; I’m ALL of those things. Literally. I can carry a conversation with someone on just about every one of those genres, and probably more. Just sayin’. Judging by the length of this paragraph, you should be able to see that although this particular requirement is third, it is still very important to me.
Cuatro. (Yeah, sorry, I just went all Spanish on you. But you know Spanish, right? I mean, come on. You’re SANTA.) He has to be able to dance. This one is semi-optional. He has to at least enjoy dancing. As long as he knows how to have fun and is willing to get out on the floor and dance with me, we’re good. I don’t really care if he’s “good” at dancing. I just like to dance, and it’s not much fun by yourself.
And five. He must be a gentleman. Opens doors (including car doors), well-mannered (says sir and ma’am, doesn’t chew with his mouth open, all that jazz), and tells you when you look nice (especially when it’s obvious that you’ve put a little extra time into your routine). I know it’s hard to find a gentleman these days, but there are a handful of them in my world right now so I know they exist. You just have to find one who loves Jesus, tells jokes, listens to a lot of music, and dances. Not so bad, right?
There are other factors that, well, factor into this (obviously). My family has to like him, he has to be accepted by my friends, and vice versa. Appreciates doing fun things like zoos or picnics, but can then turn around and have a nice dinner with me before a good movie. And I’m sure there are more that aren’t as big of a deal for me right now, but those are the basics. Once you find someone like that, go ahead and save him for me, k? Thanks.
Have a great flight! I’ve got some awesome cookies waiting for you— with milk, of course.
Love,
Savvy.
So. Number one. He’s gotta love Jesus. I’m talkin’ really love Him, none of that “Oh, I’ll just fake it until she’s into me enough that I get bored” crap.
Number two. He has to be funny. If he can’t make me laugh, he doesn’t have much of a chance at all. And what little chance he may have won’t last him long enough to make me go for him without laughing. [EDIT: He also has to understand my humor and wit, and laugh at my jokes.]
Three. He has to like music. ALL music. Not just one genre. If I were a country girl, I would want him to like country music. If I were a city girl, I would probably want him to like anything on the popular radio station. If I were a rock chick, I would want him to like rock music. If I were an indie girl, I would want him to like indie music. If I were a a rap chick, I would want him to like rap, hip-hop, R&B, etc. You get the idea. The point is, I’m none of those things specifically; I’m ALL of those things. Literally. I can carry a conversation with someone on just about every one of those genres, and probably more. Just sayin’. Judging by the length of this paragraph, you should be able to see that although this particular requirement is third, it is still very important to me.
Cuatro. (Yeah, sorry, I just went all Spanish on you. But you know Spanish, right? I mean, come on. You’re SANTA.) He has to be able to dance. This one is semi-optional. He has to at least enjoy dancing. As long as he knows how to have fun and is willing to get out on the floor and dance with me, we’re good. I don’t really care if he’s “good” at dancing. I just like to dance, and it’s not much fun by yourself.
And five. He must be a gentleman. Opens doors (including car doors), well-mannered (says sir and ma’am, doesn’t chew with his mouth open, all that jazz), and tells you when you look nice (especially when it’s obvious that you’ve put a little extra time into your routine). I know it’s hard to find a gentleman these days, but there are a handful of them in my world right now so I know they exist. You just have to find one who loves Jesus, tells jokes, listens to a lot of music, and dances. Not so bad, right?
There are other factors that, well, factor into this (obviously). My family has to like him, he has to be accepted by my friends, and vice versa. Appreciates doing fun things like zoos or picnics, but can then turn around and have a nice dinner with me before a good movie. And I’m sure there are more that aren’t as big of a deal for me right now, but those are the basics. Once you find someone like that, go ahead and save him for me, k? Thanks.
Have a great flight! I’ve got some awesome cookies waiting for you— with milk, of course.
Love,
Savvy.
P.S.
If he could be at least a few inches taller than me, I would seriously appreciate it. A girl’s gotta have her heels.
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