What Women Want....

While I was actually thinking of hiring a boyfriend (no I am not joking). Since its so tuff to find a good guy these days. Might as well pay for it, at least I’ll have someone to bank on. A friend of mine, who runs a recruitment firm, came out with this funny or rather unique suggestion of helping me out in hiring the same. By the way I don’t think those days are too far, when there would be recruitment firms who would get into full fledged bf/husband hiring, for not so lucky in love, spinsters. Cause at the end of the day whether you want to accept it or not, gals like us do crave for someone to be close to. Anyway so because this friend of mine is helping me in fishing a suitable candidate for the post, and since I am serious about it, he actually coaxed me to pen down the JD for the prospective hire. Here is my list of key requirements, and these are all part of my needs and not greed (as he said J).
1. Intelligent – Above average intelligence is a must. Should be sharp, quick witted and spontaneous. If has a gift of gab nothing like it. Doesn’t mean he needs to be an extrovert.
2. Well groomed – hygienic, impeccable table manners, polished, neatly dressed, no piercing, no tattoos, clean shoes, clean socks, well manicured (not necessarily heterosexual / consciously fashionable). in short simple, smart and sophisticated.
3. Respect for woman /people – he could be a playboy but that doesn’t mean for him woman are only for bed. He should treat opposites and even the same race with equality and dignity.
4. Broad minded – hypocrisy is a complete no-no in men. So is the dual rule book.
5. Well educated – for me education goes a longer way then riches if given a choice. Cause I seriously think money cannot buy you class, and education / good breeding can never go wrong.
6. Grounded – A little arrogance is alright for the world. But shouldn’t be snooty like narcissist.
7. Agony aunt – should be willing to listen to me whenever I have the urge to crib without blaming me every now and then.
8. Caring – should be willing to pamper me and spend on me unlike in all my previous relations where I was the one wore pants always.
9. Vocal and demonstrative – I don’t mind shy guys but that doesn’t mean he is stingy in complimenting once in a while or not demonstrative enough in love and affection.
10. Best friend – should be my best friend before more than anything else. I should be able to talk to him and tell him anything under the sun without the fear of being judged.
11. Financially independent – very important should be willing to support me in case I don’t want to work, and I shouldn’t be working to support the family or as a bread winner but for my own additional income.
12. Lastly, should love me unconditionally without too many amendments.
Thanks buddy for instigating me to pen down this list. It actually got me thinking, I wish I had done this earlier. And I hope its not too much to ask for.

Ugly, fat and depreciating......

The time when you are sulking over something and the vent, I think that’s the worst period one can imagine. Its like the constant prick you keep feeling till the doctor actually comes and takes it out. And when you don’t have any doctor to take out that prick it becomes like dent in your soul. Which later on becomes a part of your personality trait. I can atleast remember n number of people who have tried to pull me out of this constant inferiority complex, but I also know double the no of people who constantly as well pull me down even if I want to come out. And those people are those whose opinion is like a line from the bible. Which cannot be amended or questioned. Though I still keep wondering how deep is this sanctum. Whats my outer limit. And how much worse it can get. I have given up on the first item of my things to do wishlist before I die. Because at the end of 30s something you are no more a dreamer and you know your own weaknesses and high points if any. Only that I am loosing the virtue of called forgiveness. Though being the revenge kinds is still a long way to go. Cause it would need a lot of guts. And if I had the guts I wont be here for sure. Cribbing to my blog. I just so hate my existence and the fact that I am so gullible. And now I have equally concerned people around me who are ready to tell this to my offspring how worthless it is. Or how incompetent/shameless/oh I am finding it difficult to express it in words, I can be. Not to forget the worst kinda creation in any mankind. I am not afraid of death now. I know this one would be catered, that too better than me. But even god calls his best pupils and leaves the rest to rot in hell. And no this has got nothing to do with my cancelled date after two months plus or my withdrawal symptoms, it’s the general sense of ecstasy that I feel these days. I am sure regulars ones know how much of a sadist I m who loves her indulgences like self sympathy, self pity, self dissections etc etc. stay happy people, especially those who’ve managed to cut ties with me. And those who cannot I ll try make my existence non-existent.