Self Description: I am a little old-fashioned for my generation. I still blush at compliments, believe a kiss on the forehead can mean more than a thousand words, and think that a woman doesn't have to be hard to be strong. I am soft, sometimes too sensitive, and passionate about the people I love. I can cry over a sad movie, laugh at something silly for ten minutes, and turn an ordinary morning into a little celebration. There is still something innocent in the way I look at love. I don't want to lose it. I am not looking for a fairy tale. I want real love that makes two people forget they ever wanted to be alone.

Comments: I want the one who knows how to make ONE woman feel like the only one in the room. A man whose strength is quiet, whose words have weight, and whose promises don't disappear when life gets complicated. I want to admire him. To be a little shy when he looks at me for too long, even after years together. To steal his shirts, argue about which side of the bed is mine, and still run to the door when he comes home. I don't expect him to be perfect. Perhaps he snores, burns breakfast, or has the world's worst sense of direction. But if he has a good heart, strong arms, a playful mind, and the courage to love one woman deeply.