An ideal guy.
With a great smile, a sophisticated face.
A light haircolour, red or blond.
Kept short, but allowing for some facial hair.
Bare or furry chest, I don't care as long as it is neat.
A defined chest, upper arms are bigger than lower arms.
Eyebrows are important, not to be meddled with too much.
Sideburns: mandatory.
Armpits need to have hair, smell is good.
His neck must be free of hair.
Big hands are attractive.
Nails need to be short, but not polished.
Arteries need to be visible on arms.
Big biceps and other bigness is hot, but keep it proportional.
White skin is perfect, (fake) tans are the devil.
Is 'versatile'.
Big legs: mandatory.
One of those asses over which a T-shirt falls so tightly would be great.
Pubic hair must be present, no one fucks a baby.
Ears need to be free of hair and small ears are cute.
Bigger ears aren't bad.
Nose needs to be a common shape.
Do not shave body hair.
Feet are not an awkward shape.
Toenails need to be cared for to a certain level.
Preferably uncut.
Must not be ridiculously short of stature.
Isn't too hung up about his looks, but does care.
Casual clothing style.
Has a deep voice.
Is not fat and cares about his health.
Doesn't smoke or do drugs other than alcohol or caffeine.
Is not deaf, blind or mute.
No diseases.
Hasn't got Pat Robertson and Sarah Palin or the likes as parents.
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Is a good person.
Is well educated or can at least engage in decent discussion.
Loves me.
Can take criticism and can give feedback.
Has his own perspectives on things.
Likes physical contact, a lot.
Has imperfections, which he recognizes.
Is not a capitalist.
Doesn't subscribe to a religion.
Knows when to shut the hell up.
Understands and abides social rules when necessary.
Doesn't torture insects or other small animals.
Is not a Nihilist.
Has a relatively good empathic ability.
Likes his profession or will otherwise move to another.
Can handle money (because I suck at it).
Understands technical stuff, like computers and IKEA furniture.
Can cook, at least pasta...
Is a gentleman.
A cute accent would be appreciated.
Has to speak either Dutch or English, or both.
Is out of the closet to the people who are most important to him.
Is not afraid to be in love in public.
Is a positive person, in the end.
If the above applies, here's my phone number: ***-********
Or rather not, just ask me for it, I've been getting some spam 'round here lately.
In other news, school is going great. I keep reminding myself it is not really school or college, but academy now... I just don't think that word fits well in sentences, or I would have to make them like "I am doing fairly well at the academy" which make me sound pompous. Anyway, I've been elected class representative today, an obvious choice and I was a little opposed to accepting it, since I wanted others to have the opportunity to try doing it, but to no avail. I am the guy that keeps the things going and the spirits up, so I guess I never stood a chance. My class is great and we're growing visibly, which is encouraging. Just today we had a very open conversation with a girl who has the greatest trouble accepting and giving feedback. In my country, an academic student is expected to think objectively and be able to handle criticism appropriately. She obviously couldn't and structurally went into defence-mode when criticism went her way, probably strongly related: she sucks at giving feedback, paying no real attention and focusing on details which allegations sometimes aren't even true.
Fall break is next week, I hope to be posting again then. Lately I've been discussing a little with this guy on OkCupid, that datingsite I still haven't left, and I took up ReligiousEducationForum again, which has cost me a fair deal of time as well. The paedophile thing is on hold right now, since I'm not feeling like investigating much more and nothing is coming from their side either. On one hand I'm glad there is this little interval, gave me time to think about the subject. Your comments helped a lot too, for which I thank Indio and Ad. Especially for that video of that hot little guy dancing, or rather, shaking his booty. I also love how he is semi-hard from, like, the very start of the video. And 'it' keeps getting worse - I mean, better : )
But I digress. As you know my scouts group is going through a deadly leader-shortage. Fortunately this hot blond studly guy of 20 y.o. is helping out. He's a nurse (lower level of education than me) and bloody hot. I think I've mentioned him before, he's been an explorer (youth 15 to 18) but dropped out somewhere around there. A body made for sex. Anyway, his addition makes me hopeful I will still have a group of scouts to lead after Christmas, which is our deadline for a new leaders team to be formed.
I've practised IV insertion on myself last week. I tried it before but with too low a Gauch (too thick a needle) which just didn't fit in my artery on the back of my hand. Later I tried a higher guage, which went perfect. I got the entire catheter in and drew 0.5 ml of blood, just for the sake of checking I was really 'in'. We're not doing the insertions yet at the academy, but it's something I see done wrong so often it is a passion of mine to become really good at it. And as with everything in Nursing Academy, it is important to know how things feel for patients, which is why we practice everything on each other, from full-body washing to removing stitches. My dad saw the bandaid I put on it and wondered what happened, I replied I experimented on myself. He seemed a little worried. I am not, I work sterile and properly desinfected the area of insertion. No more dangerous certainly than visiting the blood bank.
So basically I'm doing fine, I'm terribly busy but that is when I seem to perform at my best. I hope you are all fine (my loyal readers) and I apologize for the extreme lack of posts lately.
With a great smile, a sophisticated face.
A light haircolour, red or blond.
Kept short, but allowing for some facial hair.
Bare or furry chest, I don't care as long as it is neat.
A defined chest, upper arms are bigger than lower arms.
Eyebrows are important, not to be meddled with too much.
Sideburns: mandatory.
Armpits need to have hair, smell is good.
His neck must be free of hair.
Big hands are attractive.
Nails need to be short, but not polished.
Arteries need to be visible on arms.
Big biceps and other bigness is hot, but keep it proportional.
White skin is perfect, (fake) tans are the devil.
Is 'versatile'.
Big legs: mandatory.
One of those asses over which a T-shirt falls so tightly would be great.
Pubic hair must be present, no one fucks a baby.
Ears need to be free of hair and small ears are cute.
Bigger ears aren't bad.
Nose needs to be a common shape.
Do not shave body hair.
Feet are not an awkward shape.
Toenails need to be cared for to a certain level.
Preferably uncut.
Must not be ridiculously short of stature.
Isn't too hung up about his looks, but does care.
Casual clothing style.
Has a deep voice.
Is not fat and cares about his health.
Doesn't smoke or do drugs other than alcohol or caffeine.
Is not deaf, blind or mute.
No diseases.
Hasn't got Pat Robertson and Sarah Palin or the likes as parents.
---
Is a good person.
Is well educated or can at least engage in decent discussion.
Loves me.
Can take criticism and can give feedback.
Has his own perspectives on things.
Likes physical contact, a lot.
Has imperfections, which he recognizes.
Is not a capitalist.
Doesn't subscribe to a religion.
Knows when to shut the hell up.
Understands and abides social rules when necessary.
Doesn't torture insects or other small animals.
Is not a Nihilist.
Has a relatively good empathic ability.
Likes his profession or will otherwise move to another.
Can handle money (because I suck at it).
Understands technical stuff, like computers and IKEA furniture.
Can cook, at least pasta...
Is a gentleman.
A cute accent would be appreciated.
Has to speak either Dutch or English, or both.
Is out of the closet to the people who are most important to him.
Is not afraid to be in love in public.
Is a positive person, in the end.
If the above applies, here's my phone number: ***-********
Or rather not, just ask me for it, I've been getting some spam 'round here lately.
In other news, school is going great. I keep reminding myself it is not really school or college, but academy now... I just don't think that word fits well in sentences, or I would have to make them like "I am doing fairly well at the academy" which make me sound pompous. Anyway, I've been elected class representative today, an obvious choice and I was a little opposed to accepting it, since I wanted others to have the opportunity to try doing it, but to no avail. I am the guy that keeps the things going and the spirits up, so I guess I never stood a chance. My class is great and we're growing visibly, which is encouraging. Just today we had a very open conversation with a girl who has the greatest trouble accepting and giving feedback. In my country, an academic student is expected to think objectively and be able to handle criticism appropriately. She obviously couldn't and structurally went into defence-mode when criticism went her way, probably strongly related: she sucks at giving feedback, paying no real attention and focusing on details which allegations sometimes aren't even true.
Fall break is next week, I hope to be posting again then. Lately I've been discussing a little with this guy on OkCupid, that datingsite I still haven't left, and I took up ReligiousEducationForum again, which has cost me a fair deal of time as well. The paedophile thing is on hold right now, since I'm not feeling like investigating much more and nothing is coming from their side either. On one hand I'm glad there is this little interval, gave me time to think about the subject. Your comments helped a lot too, for which I thank Indio and Ad. Especially for that video of that hot little guy dancing, or rather, shaking his booty. I also love how he is semi-hard from, like, the very start of the video. And 'it' keeps getting worse - I mean, better : )
But I digress. As you know my scouts group is going through a deadly leader-shortage. Fortunately this hot blond studly guy of 20 y.o. is helping out. He's a nurse (lower level of education than me) and bloody hot. I think I've mentioned him before, he's been an explorer (youth 15 to 18) but dropped out somewhere around there. A body made for sex. Anyway, his addition makes me hopeful I will still have a group of scouts to lead after Christmas, which is our deadline for a new leaders team to be formed.I've practised IV insertion on myself last week. I tried it before but with too low a Gauch (too thick a needle) which just didn't fit in my artery on the back of my hand. Later I tried a higher guage, which went perfect. I got the entire catheter in and drew 0.5 ml of blood, just for the sake of checking I was really 'in'. We're not doing the insertions yet at the academy, but it's something I see done wrong so often it is a passion of mine to become really good at it. And as with everything in Nursing Academy, it is important to know how things feel for patients, which is why we practice everything on each other, from full-body washing to removing stitches. My dad saw the bandaid I put on it and wondered what happened, I replied I experimented on myself. He seemed a little worried. I am not, I work sterile and properly desinfected the area of insertion. No more dangerous certainly than visiting the blood bank.
So basically I'm doing fine, I'm terribly busy but that is when I seem to perform at my best. I hope you are all fine (my loyal readers) and I apologize for the extreme lack of posts lately.
2 comments:
I admire you doing IV pokes on yourself - there is no way possible I could do that.
Upon reading your Mr. Right list, my reaction was, "And I thought I was picky!"
One item that's missing from the list is teeth. A missing tooth or two, or ugly teeth, are a turnoff for me. :)-
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