Hello people and people like creatures. I'm kicking around these forums and keep seeing people talking about what they want and don't want and I was thinking about what type of man I wanted. I realized that no one is gonna be this mutant Mr.Right I've contrived in my head because he's too damn complex to really exist.

Wit and charm endless but with a gritty hopelessness that sometimes gets the better of him (kinda like Hawkeye Pierce of M*A*S*H)
He'd have this rough and tumble outdoorsy aura and he'd drag me out of my shell but always to my benefit (like my buddy Jon who insists I CAN jump that crevice in the mountains without dying)
Who sometimes comes off as a total pervy a-hole with a prickly obstinate outer layer but ridiculously sweet and sensitive inside (like a modern Shakespeare lol)
He'd be tough as nails and ready for anything. He wouldn't talk endlessly about everything he had in his head, he'd make sure what he said had an impact...(like my dad, he never yells when he makes a point he says it and you can take it at the word)

So if anyone knows the Mr.Mutant Right holla at me Until then, what's your mutant like?

The problem with Dream Girls/Boys is that eventually, you have to wake up.

Exactly my point...

Some people call me a dreamer... I was just wondering what all the other peoples dreams were.

Like you'd want a Bond Girl/Sara Lee cake making lady for example.

It doesn't matter what you put on your list from your head when your heart decides he's the one your head doesn't listen anymore!

Dreaming with you Sunny...

The man in my head is so simple in his complexity..my 'list' is so short that it's more that fact that makes him the 'dream'.

I'm soooo easy to please.

Sometimes I think I want to keep him in my dreams.

I don't know, it's been so long now, I don't even get the girl in my dreams any more. How bad is it that my brain no longer has that as a believible fantasy?

I'm pretty sure that what I want exists... just gotta find him

Yea I hope mine does too Myka Maybe we could double date...

Like OMG

Oh and Mr.M Right who have a very very cool mom. Her name would be Glenda and she'd constantly be making me margaritas and telling all about Mutant's reckless youth. I'd call her Glen when we drank.

I believe this too. This world is way too big with too many types of guys out there.

He does exist! *clicks ruby shoes together*

In my dreams, there is someone I can communicate with -- not just in the sense of talking, although that's certainly a part of it -- but more than that, in the subtle glances and gestures that fill a room when there are two people who truly have the ability to read each other.

I dream of someone whose sheer intelligence and creativity overwhelm me; someone who knows, someone who understands. Someone who isn't afraid to tell me that the last story I wrote is a complete piece of crap, and why.

I dream of someone who lives and breathes "you and me against the world" and sees the meaning underneath the cliche.

I dream of someone who accepts my peculiarities -- someone who understands that "I love you" and "I need to change you" are two entirely different things.

I dream of someone who challenges and stimulates my mind as much, if not more, than I do hers.

I dream of someone who lives for herself, for her own identity, who chooses not to live her life as an adjunct, but as who she is, and who she works on becoming -- and who allows me to assist in the process.

I dream of the one who sees that life is fragile and fleeting and so very finite, who doesn't feel the need to waste time on things like religion and politics; those are just methodologies for flawed people to control the behaviors and lives of other flawed people.

I dream of the one who sees me, who knows me, who readily admits that I'm a difficult project, but who chooses to stick around anyway....

i am here ladies...no need to dream

Great first post..dig your confidence!

Welcome

No kidding Lori

Welcome Cap'n Confidence! Are you sure I'm awake?

ah damn..another younger than my son and too far away. Drats!

Wheres Melody??

I don't want to be someone's dream man. I pretty sure those guys do the dishes and mop the floors, I'm not good at doing either of those.

It's not the being good at those things that makes the dream...

Theres not enough of me to go around.

Beautifully expressed!

I'm here! Is there something that needs an extra dust of sarcasm added?

Where do you need me?