at least once every semester my dad inquires about all my friends...and their boyfriends.

and then proceeds to ask me, "why don't you ever have a boyfriend?"

answer (of course, carefully recited in my head): because, dad, i don't settle for anything less than 110% perfect. i'm picky, i like boys with hair that is more than perfectly tossed and messily spiked, i like them tall, not too tall, i like them built, but not overly muscular, i like them intelligent, but definitely not cocky, i like them honest, adorable, sensitive, but not sensitive to be girly cry babies, they must worship the ground i walk on, shower me with endless gifts, wait on me hand and foot, and be willing to lay down their new 100% cashmere emporio armani coat on the mud just so i don't have to get my dingy chuck taylor converses dirty.

but instead. i sigh. like i do every semester he asks.