I stand corrected

I used to wonder what the criteria should be. I could think of many. But now that I look back, I smile. They were mostly tangible things. What he looked like, what he wore, the way he walked, the way he talked.

Its one of those funny things, but somehow, you learn when you burn. The time when you get stuck in a car with a guy who wants to give you more "attention" than you want. The time when you get invited for a coffee with a guy who doesn't care to ask you if you even like coffee. The time when you have a near escape from a certain fellow who likes to deck himself out in pointy shoes and purple cuff-links. And there's the one-odd guy who starts to argue with you the minute you give him a set-down. And the one who would paint a thousand rosy pictures and make a thousand false promises.

There's always the chipku guy, the unsophisticated brute, the simpleton, the jerk, the loser, the messed-up dude, the smooth-talker, the over-sized baby, the spoilt rich-kid, the ego-pot, the low-life scum, and the shapeless bum. There's no end to the number of guys you don't want to get associated with.

I've realised there's a few things I like in a man. Etiquette is at the top of the list. Sensitivity is number two. Class is number three. Humor is number four. Vitality is number five. And lastly, he has to want me enough to get me.

I wonder why a man with all the above qualities would call himself unsophisticated.