The perfect Mr. lovah-lovah

Tag...I'm it.

Baldrick (Or is it still Kate/Bob) has very kindly tagged me (Thank you! I was running out of things to write) and wants me to list my Qualities of the Perfect Lover. I also see that Roswitha didn't tag me personally prefering to lump me under the title "Whoever reads my blog". Well, that's all right. I've been called far worse in the recent past. I was just described to a stranger by an aquaintance as "He's one of those.......bloggers". In my best Meena Kumari ishstyle: "main toh mar hi gaya". The venom, the envy, the condescension...I LOVED it!

Anyway, onto the task at hand (aaahhhhh! OK not that task) : Qualities of a perfect lover (A man..since I was asked to list sex of person I was thinking of love-karofying)

1. "My baby, he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway"

I want a guy who knows when he needs to just shut up and listen to me. I talk like ALL the time. So it helps that I find someone who is a lot quieter...but of course, listening to me with rapt attention. I also don't need the "I Love You, Honey, Baby, Baccha, Pappu" type of endearments all the time. A once-when-I-least-expect-it "I love you" is simply the best.

2. "And maybe he don't dress fine
But I don't really mind
'cuz every time he pulls me near
I just wanna cheer:
Let's hear it for the boy"

Expensive clothes have never mattered to me. I do like it if he dresses comfortably and appropriately to whatever occasion we're at. A guy who wears a freshly laundered white shirt (NOT one of those cheapo 4-anna ki gentry type muscle Tshirts all the Tom, Dicks and Hariprasads wear at Coffee Day) and tight (Since he's got to have a great arse, the tighter the jeans - the better) blue jeans...Yum.

3. "My baby may not be rich
He's watching every dime
But he loves me loves me loves me,
We always have a real good time."

I don't necessarily want a rich man. Just someone financially independent enough to buy me the occasional book or take me to a movie (I'll pay for the snacks!). Then again, the older I'm getting - the more mercenary I am getting...This bit might change when I hit 30 and want a lover with a house of his own in super-expensive Bombay, or someone who wants to take me to Greece on holiday instead of buying me a second-class ticket to Borivili.
He will/must "love me love me love me" and must be extroverted enough to have a great time whereever he is.. on vacation or at work.

4. "And maybe he sings off key,
But that's all right by me, yeah
But what he does he does so well
Makes me wanna yell"

I love a guy who doesn't care what the world thinks - someone who will get up in front of a crowded bar and belt out a love song to me (I, of course, will be cringing into my martini) ... or someone who'd be just as comfy grabbing me and planting a (very very very good) kiss on my lips.
And of course, he's GOT TO be good in the sack. A perfect lover would take care of business so well that he'd encourage me to get off my lazy arse and match him in stamina, ability or whatever. And yeah, he'd make me wanna yell allright!

In conclusion, ladies and jellyspoons,

Let's hear it for the boy
Oh, let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Oh, maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my love and one man show
Whoawhoawhoawhoa
Let's hear it for the boy!

Current music:
Total Eclipse of the heart - Bonnie Tyler

I think I'm in this 80's mood today. Does this mean a trip to Hawaiian Shack is in the offing tonight? I think it's Indian Idol finals today..which means I HAVE TO escape my house and the gawdawful drama that they have on that piece of shit show.