That smile

It's interesting that when I think of what I want in a man, so many of the pieces come from him.

It's like I'm imagining some sort of Frankenstein where I can pick my parts ( not in the dirty way....although....now that I think about it...). That voice, this brain, that wit and perhaps above all... that smile. There are also considerations like how my head fits into the crook of his shoulder, how the hug fits, what he looks like barefoot and wearing jeans, can he cook and does he still surprise me once in awhile...

Not that he's real of course, he's just my Picasso, my jigsaw of all the best parts.