I'll Have a Cheeseburger with Lettuce, Tomato, Onions, and Hold the Future Husband

It's sad but true. July is ending, which means I will no longer devote an entire 31 days to my future husband -- at least for a little while anyway. Just think, you guys, it was so much fun, and at times controversial, to discuss my future husband. I hope you were thinking about your future spouse while criticizing, I mean observing my longing desire to meet my future husband. Won't it be fun when I do get married and then we can all compare and contrast this little moment in time? Oh, how we'll laugh and frolic in fields of tulips while singing songs of yesteryear!

Don't worry though about never hearing about my future spouse again. Anyone I date is a potential spouse so... HA! HA! Don't worry, potential dates, I won't blog about you (too much). Like I've alluded to before, I'm not that great at recovery or any 12 step process, so I'm sure there will be another outburst -- there will be more posts about Him, I promise!

In the mean time, there are myriad themes approaching for my blog. The month of August will probably end up being more-or-less an update for everyone on what's going on in my life, what I've been thinking about, and of course a few surprises. No, I'm not engaged. :o) So, to close the chapter of July I've decide to write a letter to my dearest future husband and keep it in this 2006 online time capsule we call a blog:

Dear Future Husband (Fu-Fu),
It is 2006 and I miss you. I can't wait 'til we see eachother again (because we probably knew eachother in the pre-existance so I'm allowed to say "again"). I miss your soft dark (fingers-crossed) hair. Do you remember the time we laughed so hard that my gum fell in your hair and we had to cut it? Probably not because it didn't happen. Anyway, I can't wait to start my life with you and for our crazy families to be united for eternity. I can't wait 'til we have our first Jimmy Jr. (I'm having a Jimmy Jr. even if I marry a Thomas). I can't wait 'til you return so we can go to the park and have picnics, enjoy a hot air balloon ride, talk about how we're unsure if Tupac is really dead (or discuss the nature of God), and dance and sing Christmas songs at the top of our lungs (Christmas music is too good to be played only once a year)! Won't that be fun? I'm sure you'll miss me too once you meet me.
Love,
Your Future Wife

Confession #7

I think it's time for another confession. I just don't have one related to my future husband yet.

I Know It's Far From Valentine's Day But...

These are the best vintage valentine cards I've ever seen. I found them last year and gave most of them away. It was hard for me to part with some of them, so if you got one, feel loved. As embarrassing as it is for me to publicly state why I kept them, I will do it anyway. Besides, we know what happens when you embarrass yourself-- you make an emb-arr-ASS out of you and me (or just me). I kept these four because I want to give them to either my future husband (or a special boyfriend, I guess) or my future kids -- whichever comes first. Ha! Ha! In the order of my life, husband always precedes kids (no matter how many times I might marry). My favorite says (these must be read in a 1920s reporter type voice -- quick, short, and usually monotone with little inflection; however, the last word is sometimes drawn out):

There goes my heart like a jet for you [insert future husband's name here]!

Guest writer Installment #2

My friends who don’t have blogs have really taken to this thing we bloggers call writing a post, or publicly disclosing your innards as I like to call it. My next guest blogger was so eager to write a post that we didn’t even discuss the subject! I opened my email one day and WHAM there it was – the science of love! This is befitting of Pamela because she is a scientifically-minded, wild, and crazy gal. She is currently working on her Ph.D. in Microbiology at NYU where she studies malaria. Pamela likes long hikes, live music, popsicles, and doesn't like Indian food. She also has a cat who probably has a name, but I don't know what it is.

You Mean That Annoying Buzz Is Really The Whisper Of Sweet Nothings?

Knowing that it will likely be vexing to Lexia’s readership if I deviate from this month’s Future Husband theme, I will attempt to satisfy, dear reader, your hankering to imbibe what drops of relationship wisdom I have to offer. But I have to warn you all – I’m pretty crap at relationships, as well as giving advice about them. I don’t even follow my own advice. I remember once a few years ago cautioning a shy girl friend that it’s perfectly alright for her to pursue a guy that she fancied, but should probably draw the line at appearing pathetic and needy. I then almost immediately took a number of giant leaps over said line-of-patheticness because I had a thing (okay, more than had a thing) for this guy I went to school with. I just couldn’t understand why he wasn’t madly in love with me! I mean, hello, we were perfect for each other, almost the same really. I’m still embarrassed about my behavior to this day, hence I’m still bringing up such foibles in other people’s blogs, but I try to remind myself that I was young and stupid… but then I remember that I’m still pretty crap at relationships. What I am good at, however, is science – so let’s talk science for a minute.

In last week’s online issue of the scientific journal, Science, there was a small article reporting that scientists had discovered how mosquitoes find mates (finally! I know you’ve been waiting!). Apparently when mosquitoes are in close proximity to one another, they will adjust the frequency of the buzzing made by their wings and attempt to match pitch with one another. Males are capable only of making large adjustments, and females only small ones. So females are able to pick out males from the cacophony by listening for large, sudden adjustments in frequency. Pretty cool. But the amazing thing about it is that they can’t quite match the pitch perfectly (yes I listened to the sound clips online -- if you want to embrace your inner geek they’re still available). However, they don’t create those crazy sound waves made by two close pitches being played at the same time – you know, that wavy sound you hear when tuning guitar strings or attending your little brother’s middle school band concert. It’s like the universe is okay with them being not quite the same. They don’t match perfectly, but it’s alright.

So when I was thinking about this (and I know this is a stretch, but believe me, these are the things I think about on lonely Tuesday nights) I realized that I’d already come to the realization that I’ve been being a little too over-discriminating when choosing my mate: by seeking after someone who reminds me of me, or of the ‘perfect’ guy from long ago. I’ve probably dismissed a host of otherwise perfectly suitable artists or investment banker types. And while I’ll probably never understand the motivation for being either an artist or an investment banker, that doesn’t mean that we wouldn’t get along swimmingly enough to live happily ever after and have lots of beautiful scientist/artist children. So I guess the difficulty isn’t in finding the perfect ONE mate to complete us, but to find someone close enough – someone we understand and are attracted to enough to love but are willing to make those necessary adjustments for – through all the noise.

Most Romantic Bible Story So Far

I'm currently reading the Old Testament. So far I think the story of Jacob and Rachel is the most romantic one in the Bible. They kissed at the well, people! I bet if that story was set in the 1970s and it was a movie and not scripture, "How Deep is Your Love" by the Bee Gees would be playing in the background.

I assume you guys won't get out your scriptures and read it, so I'm gong to quote part of it.

Their First Encounter (Genesis 29:9-11):
"And while he yet spake with them, Rachel came with her father's sheep: for she kept them. And it came to pass, when Jacob saw Rachel the daughter of Laban his mother's brother and the sheep of Laban his mother's brother, that Jacob went near, and rolled the stone from the well's mouth, and watered the flock of Laban his mothere's brother. And Jacob kissed Rachel, and lifted up his voice, and wept."

What They Were Willing to Do to Be With One Another (Genesis 29:18-20):
"And Jacob loved Rachel; and said, I will serve thee seven years for Rachel thy younger daughter. And Laban said, It is better that I give her to thee, than that I should give her to another man: abide with me. And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had to her."

Sigh...I also enjoy the story of Rebekah and Isaac (Gen 24). What would you guys be willing to do to be with the one you love (who of course loves you in return -- stalkers please don't respond)?

Also, please don't tell me I might like "The Red Tent" by Anita Diamant. I don't. I have issues with "historical fictions." Especially this one, because I think they conjure up these unreal, overly-dramatic, romanticized portrayals of who people are (in turn, undermining who they really are). I think this is also why I generally don't like movies that are biographies. They present something as fact, people believe it, and it's not necessarily true. I'd rather watch a documentary (relatively unbiased) on someone -- or read the Bible's version -- and form my own understanding of who people are. I don't need gimmicks.

Feel free to respond to my initial question, though, not necessarily my tangent.

Songs My Future Husband and I Will Dance To

If you know me really well, you know I have a great passion for The Dance. Sometimes I forget how much I love to dance. Songs from the 80s are always fun to shake to. Classic rock is perfect for when you want to pretend you're a rock star. But, believe it or not, I have a special affinity for hip-hop. It just knows how to move me better than most genres. It's important my future husband understands this and participates in this indulgence of mine. Just to clarify, I'm not saying I love any and all hip-hop music. I've found that with hip-hop, finding a good song is like finding a needle in a haystack. However, spending the time to look for that needle is more important than just getting a new one for 30 cents. Why? Because once you've finally found that needle, you're able to use it for its intended purpose -- to dance! This is all just to preface my newest discovery. I have to tell you guys how much I love the new Nelly Furtado song, "Promiscuous." My sister says this song is a far cry from her song "I'm Like A Bird." I agree; however I hear this song and my body feels the same way it does when it hears the following:

-Jay-Z "Big Pimpin'" and "I Just Wanna Love U (Give It To Me)" with my man Pharrell, okay and also "Can I Get A..."
-Britney Spears "Toxic" and kinda "Me Against the Music" (the one with Madonna)
-Notorious B.I.G. "Hypnotize"
-Kelis "Milkshake"
-Puff Daddy "It's All About the Benjamins"
-Justin Timberlake "What You Got, Oh No"
-Dr. Dre "Nuthin' But A 'G' Thang"
-Eve "Let Me Blow Ya Mind"
-Ja Rule "I'm Real"
-Outkast "Ms. Jackson"
-Jurassic 5 "Quality Control"
-Beyonce "Crazy In Love"
-Digital Underground "The Humpty Dance"
-Missy Elliott "Pass the Dutch"
-Mace "Feel So Good"
-That hip hop song Leah used to play that sampled some 1960 song with a lotta brass instruments. I know, many hip hop songs sample 60s horns, but whatever.
-A Slick Rick song that I don't know the name of and am too scared to look through most of his lyrics to find.
-And any track from the album "Ill Communication" by the Beastie Boys

I'm not saying these are the best hip-hop songs or even the best songs to dance to, I'm just saying I can't get enough of them. I mean I never get tired of "Big Pimpin'," I always jump when "Crazy In Love" plays, and forget about "Toxic" -- those beats are dangerous! By-the-way, if someone has all of these songs can you please make me a CD or email them to me. Edited versions preferred. Thanks.

Because I Said So

As editor-in-chief of this blog, and the fact that it's my blog so I can do what I want with it, I've decided to feature a few posts written by people other than "Lexia Snow." If you haven't caught on yet, Lexia Snow is me. Note that this will be a recurring thing, much like my confessions. I know how much you like my confessions, reader -- I mean readers. So let us raise our glasses to my first blog guest, Ray-Ray.

The Common Denominator

As Lexia’s roommate, friend, and confidant, this month’s post dedicated to her future spouse has got me thinking (by George, we have lift off). I haven’t been engaged (no pun intended) in much thought about dating or my future spouse lately, as family and career currently consume my thoughts. Which makes me think of the saying that relationships always happen when you are least expecting/looking for them. (If I pretend to not be looking but I really am, does that work?) I think this saying really means that when you’re anxiously involved in being happy, others are attracted to your confidence and your chances of meeting someone just increase. I don’t know if that applies to my current situation, but let’s move on.

Yesterday, I received an email from my mother:
Reghan,
This is a brother of a young man in our ward. They want to set him up with you if you are interested. He lives in Phoenix and is in real estate. His brother that is in our ward is very handsome and his wife is very friendly. They are excited about this.
Would you like to send him a picture?
Love, Mom

My mother received this email:
Here are a few pictures of (I’ll retain some confidentiality here). Please send some pictures of your daughter, if there is mutual interest we can exchange email addresses.
Thank you!

It seems pretty harmless and my mother made it very clear that there was absolutely no pressure to respond. So, I looked at the pictures. Okay, he’s cute. If I send him pictures of me, and he thinks that I’m cute, what next? We start emailing, find out we totally click over discussing music, movies, traveling, outdoor activities, the fact that I’ve visited Phoenix once, and that my aunt lives there. Just imagine it -- we meet over Christmas when he’s visiting family, I’m visiting family, and fall in love. What a great story.

It could happen, but that’s not the point. As I was thinking about why exactly this couple in my mother’s ward thought we should be set up, I realized that we shared the great common denominator:

I am “older and single;" he is “older and single."

Wow, that sounds like a perfect match! I mean I know how it feels to be “older and single”; I think it’s a real point of connection. These are lean times. My wonderful 80-something year old great aunt never married. She was a tall redheaded knock out with an angelic voice, and was that ripe age when all the boys went off to save the world from the destruction of WWII. Today she is totally active and in great shape: Monday - bowling, Tuesday - golf, Wednesday - movie night, you get the picture. No, really, this sweet young couple who emailed my mom is just looking out for their older brother, and I suppose I should be flattered. They know next to nothing about me and are willing to give me a chance. Should I do the same? As I approach the number 27 in a little over a month, I am definitely fitting into that “older” category. A girl’s 27 is like a guy’s 31, and all those interns feel a bit like my little brother (if I had a little brother).

In the past month, only guys I wouldn’t consider *normal enough to date have approached me for my phone number. This guy in Arizona is probably normal, but he lives in Arizona.

I really only have two criteria for my future husband: Normal in New York…where are you?


*Normal does not equal boring.

Reghan recently graduated with her Master’s in Dance Education from NYU. She resides in an 8' x 10', non air-conditioned New York apartment on the sixth floor of a walk-up building (i.e. no elevator). She enjoys shopping, pea-con pie, and cartwheels. If you’re an older and single male, feel free to send me your picture and I’ll be happy to pass it along to her.

What's in a Name?

When I was younger I thought it was kind of silly when women who married didn't change their last name to be that of their husband's.

I don't want to change my last name anymore.

You see, I'm sort of an artist. Great artists have great names. I don't think names of great artists become special because of the frequent use of their names or even because of their talent as artists; rather, they just have really cool names. Picasso -- awesome name, period. Cezanne -- BE-A-UTIFUL. Matthias Grunewald -- sensational. If you're living outside Spain, France, or Germany, you might argue that these are all exotic foreign names. However, listen to these very American names: Norman Rockwell, Frank Lloyd Wright, Winslow Homer. Much is in a name, people. I'm not talking about density, I mean destiny here. I'm just talking awesome names. Marriage is a serious matter, though, and all aspects of it even down to the smallest details should be considered. After all, marriage is a union of names as well as people.

There really is a science to name matching. The last name must compliment the first. That is rule number one in name matching. Or, maybe the only rule in name matching. For example, I'm finding that I like the simplicity of one syllable last names best with my more complicated first name. The inclusion of the "x" in my name makes things a bit trickier. It's important to note that not just any one syllable surname will do; just like not any one brown-haired, thick glasses-wearing, tall and slender, joke-telling computer nerd who enjoys cooking will do. Get my drift?

There are of course exceptions, but for the moment I will focus on the non-exceptions. If I meet boys with the following last names, I'll consider marriage (side note, it's not the last name that's keeping me from marriage -- rather, my slight fear of commitment and the fact that I haven't met a boy I want to be married to/with):

- Prince or Pink (I actually know unavailable boys with these last names)
- Doolittle (it just sounds fun)
- Little (just take out the Doo...hmm)
- Lee (I like alliteration so potentially a few other last names that begin with the lovely "L" could work)
- Star (more like SUPER Star)
- Paik (as in the artist Nam Jun)
- Ex (do you think this surname exists?)
- Fallon (actually I'm sad because I don't think his surname really matches my first name. If we ever meet I won't be able to accept his hand in marriage due to the travesty that is his name -- it's just like Romeo and Juliet. Oh the horror!)
-I'm done for the moment. I mean, not Lexia I'm Done For The Moment, but I'm finished with the list for the time being.

The only solace I've found in dealing with the fact that I might marry someone with a last name I don't approve of is that I don't have a middle name. Wha? Huh? About 31 years ago my mom decided not to give her girls middle names. That's right, I don't have a middle name - which makes my current name all the more cool and Cher-like. But, whatever. She decided that when we marry, our last name would become our middle name. For example, if I were to marry Johnny Depp my new legal name would be Lexia Snow Depp. Lexia Depp...yeah, baby! So, I could technically still sign my paintings as "Lexia Snow" and it wouldn't be a lie. I think I might feel a little bad though about excluding my future new last name. I don't want my future new last name to feel left-out or anything, and worse, I don't want my future husband to be ashamed of his last name. I just want strangers to continue complimenting me on my name. That's all, really.

Confession #6

Being lonely is sometimes hard; especially when you don't want to be.

Perhaps This Will Be My Future Husband's Favorite Mouse Pad Ever...

'Cause I know it's my favorite mouse pad ever! It's great for two primary reasons. Designers will love it for the labeled hexadecimal color codes. It's also great for people who need inspiration. You see, all along the border are these inspiring and motivating quotes by famous people like Churchill, Pascal, Cezanne, etc. Two of my favorites quotes go like this:

All the opportunities in the world are waitng to be grasped by people who are in love with what they're doing.
- Goldwyn

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
- Mary Ann Williamson

So thanks for giving this mouse pad to me for my birthday in 2003, Brooks! I blog about it to this day.

The Web Designer's Color Hexagon mouse pad is made possible by Visibone.

Dear Anonymous #1 (and no, "anonymous" is not symbolic for my future husband)

In light of recent comments to Sorry Guys, I've decided to write a response post. Before I begin, I just want to clear up any confusion about all the "marriage" posts. The posts for the month of July are dedicated to my future husband. It has been brought to my attention that I might have embarrassed myself by dedicating the month of July to my future husband; however, I just thought it was a clever way to make people laugh (and yes, AT me) while still being truthful in what I desire. Not all of the posts on my blog have or will center on this subject -- only the one's in the month of July. Okay, maybe every once in a while I'll relapse.

Now, to the meat of the post. I recently received a comment from an anonymous visitor (Anonymous #1 that is) that went exactly like this:

Have you considered that your blatant eagerness isn't very conducive to finding a spouse? As a guy (who, on record, does want to get married one day) I would be very leery dating someone who was so impatient about getting married. Are you not worried that in your enthusiasm you will make a poor choice that will effect your whole life, not to mention the lives of your spouse and children?
July 12, 2006 10:12 AM

First off, thanks for your concern Anonymous. I hope you come back to my blog and read this post because it's pretty much for you. I like to think of my blatant eagerness more as blatant honesty. But there is definitely eagerness or an excitement involved. For the longest time, I didn't want to get married, thought I would maybe marry in my mid 30s, I wanted to do the things I wanted to do without the hassle of someone else around. In hindsight, I was selfish and scared of marriage. I saw marriage as difficult and effortFUL, but I think mostly I was scared of exposing my weaknesses and vulnerabilities to someone else (who would then know and understand me so completely) that I no longer would have control. I was scared to love, anonymous. I know that sounds silly, everyone can love, right? Well, I have some issues and that was one of them. About two years ago, I came to the realization that I am capable of loving other people and capable of letting other people love me in return.

You say you want to get married "one day." Well, that "one day" is finally here for me. To discover this desire for marriage and family is a big deal for me. I'm impatient about it now because I realize I want it. It's like this digital camera I want. I know what it can do for me now (greatly improve my blog). A camera-less life is no longer one I want to have. I know what having a digital camera in my life means -- colorful, beautiful, 8 mega pixel images! No, I'm not really comparing finding a spouse to that of purchasing a camera (although, I must say it is not an easy task to pick out a digital camera these days).

It might be safe to say I'm a worrywart. I think about my choices and how they will affect my future life, spouse, kids, etc., all the time. Maybe the month of August will be dedicated to my future kids? As far as my enthusiasm, though, I'm enthusiastic about many things in life and so far this quality hasn't hindered my choices and ablilites. If I'm not enthusiastic about a decision -- say the person I'm going to marry -- then I would assume that's an indication that I probably shouldn't marry that person! My enthusiasm doesn't rule out rationalism, discernment, or any other decision-making abilities. I think choices we make in life don't have to always be stressed over in somber dark rooms. I think you can be happy about things and that's okay. Besides, if I meet a guy who is scared of my enthusiasm or life-long goals of marriage and kids, then I'll know he's not ready for marriage...or ME! I'm a handful, I know that.

I think I finally understand the divinity of marriage. Yes, marriage is difficult. My parents fight a lot. My mom sometimes says she wishes she didn't marry my dad. But they continue to improve their relationship and they stay together because they really do love each other. My mom also says she's glad she married my dad because of this, and that, and that. So I know marriage can even be, GASP, FUN!?! I suppose it is intriguing -- this "compulsive desire" of mine. It's as much of a surprise to me as it is to you, trust me! I must say that I like your use of the psychological word "compulsive" in your other comment. It's as if I'm a case study of abnormal human behavior in some Ivy League college class.

Anonymous, even if I don't end up getting married in my life (which I know I will, I just don't know when), I'm still glad that I'm able to come to this conclusion. Here's why: it means I'm growing. I'm finally seeing things a little more clearly and doing things despite my fears. So don't worry anonymouses out there. I'm a relatively big girl. I think things through, yet I trust my gut. I'm passionate, but can also bridle, ya know? Sometimes I try to be clever like when I dedicate posts to my future husband and they don't turn out to be that funny, but I promise I'll make a good choice in the spouse I pick. Still leery?

Now, how 'bout that date Anonymous?!? Eh?

:o)

Have at it commentators!

Sorry Guys...

Yesterday was a rough day -- I had high hopes of meeting my future husband. Alas, I did not. Bummer. Did anyone meet their future spouse on the 10th day of the seventh month in the year 2006? Regardless, I have a new post coming soon and it is also related to my future man. Can you guys believe how many posts I'll have accumulated about someone I don't even know? Is that weird? I don't care.

Should this have been a "Confession"?

Couples My Future Husband and I Will Naturally Emulate:

Charles and Ray Eames (art couple)
These two people are pretty much my favorite twentieth century artists -- and they just so happened to be married to each other. Check out the Library of Congress' site about them.



Jeffrey and Patricia Holland
To Mormons, Jeffrey R. Holland is a modern-day apostle. He and his wife give the best spiritual talks. My favorites are: The Will of the Father In All Things, Who We Are and What God Expects, and An High Priest of Good Things to Come (this last one is a tear jerker, folks). You can find their talks on the BYU Broadcasting site by typing "Jeffrey R. Holland" in the search menu. A list of his talks in different audio formats will appear.



Mates of State (music couple)
Jason and Kori are the cutest people alive (next to my nieces)! You MUST WATCH their music videos on their site to understand the cuteness factor. Note that they are playing in New York July 6, 2006.



The Huxtables (television couple)
Although these two are not a real-life couple, they sure fooled me at the tender age of ten.



The Jetsons (animated couple)
Not only are these two not a real couple, they are obviously not even human. However, Mrs. Jetson always looked so pretty and they were so technologically savvy. I mean, they had a flying car! Okay, maybe I just want our home to emulate their home.

What I Want in a Husband

When I was 12, I wrote this:

1. Kind
2. Likes kids
3. Rich (underlined 3 times)
4. Loving toward other people
5. Morman (yes, I actually spelled mormon Mor-Man; I kinda like it that way)
6. 6' foot (I think I meant 6 feet tall; not a man with a 6 foot long foot)
7. Play sports
8. Good looking
9. Older than me (even at 12 I had my priorities straight)
10. Honest

At 25 I'm writing this:

1. Moves forward and isn't afraid of change (I would go so far as to say he even embraces it)
2. If not Jimmy Fallon, looks a lot like him
3. Will marry me despite my massive student loans
4. Likes chocolate, popcorn, meat, and onions
5. Has lots of energy to rear potentially 4 or 5 children and will help motivate me to rear them too!
6. Isn't scared of me or the way I think
7. Weighs more than me
8. Can take me to the temple to be married eternally
9. So...Mormon.
10. Has the four f's: funny, funny, funny, funny
11. Collaborates with me on projects such as art, music, writing, dinner, baby-making, etc.
12. My ideal man would be good at or highly interested in the following:
- Learning -- so we can talk and talk and talk about everything
- Culinary arts -- so he can cook homemade soup for me when I'm sick
- Computer science -- so he can speak C++ to me
- Playing musical instruments -- so he can sing to me whilst I play the recorder
- Writing -- I need an editor
- A Comedian -- See number 2 and 10
- Deep cleans the bathroom, kitchen, floors, etc. every once-in-a-while when I'm too busy to do it (and doesn't forget the details like cleaning the door knobs, refrigerator, etc. I'm not saying he has to be tidy all the time, but he just has to know how to clean well -- none of that sweeping it under the rug thing).
13. Willing to serve others
14. Wants to be with me/enjoys spending time with me
15. Loves, listens, and is obedient to God

Too much to ask? Maybe. But if you don't dream big or shoot for the stars, then, uhhh...you're not dreaming big or shooting for the stars. :o) Listen, it's a list I don't adhere to. Think of it as a job description: ideally it would be great to find all of these qualities in a man, but do I really expect to find someone who encompasses this entire list? No. Will he have the potential to learn and grow into the man I want him to be? Yes. I'm KIDDING! People are individuals and have their own interests and desires, I know this. Hopefully my future husband will have qualities and skills I need to work on so he can help me improve myself and show me how to do and try new things (like exercising, or anything that involves movement). I understand that my future spouse will be interested in things I'm not interested in (and I view that as a good thing -- even if that interest involves a love of football). Alls I'm sayin' is, these are the things that peak my interest or are important to me in some way (particularly #1, #5-11, and #13-15). So, if you fit the bill, the shoe fits, or you're name is Jimmy Fallon, step right up! Or as Abba declares, "Anybody could be that guy!" But only if the night is young and the music's high.

Amendment:
17. Dances, DANces, DANCES!!!

So, what are you looking for in a mate/eternal companion?

Confession #5

I love my future husband so much! I can't wait 'til I meet him.

July = Future Husband Month!

I've decided the month of July will be dedicated to my future husband! Many posts will be related to, centered around, or about my thoughts on Him! Who is this Him I speak of? Well, I don't know yet. But soon he'll be coming to a theatre with me!