Heather (who only wears her watch while traveling) has written this touching short essay about finding the perfect guy (must…resist…urge…to…punctuate):
my perfect guy would be tall, dark-haired (whether long, short or shaved) and have deep eyes (dark brown is nice, but so are dark blue). i wouldn’t even mind if his lashes were longer than mine. he’d have clean, well-organized teeth (no tartar build-up or gums showing when he smiles, please) and a five o’clock shadow at noon. he would take off his shirt the hot way, wear only boxers or boxer briefs and never, ever wear his socks to bed. he’d smell like leather, calvin klein’s obsession for men and a little, tiny bit of tobacco.
‘Take off his shirt the hot way’ is great. I must start doing that consistently. I always think that’s the way you remove a hockey jersey. Who wears their socks to bed?