" I want a guy who can converse with me about politics, about history. A knowledgeable guy. I like that kind of guy," so said Suraya, ever so wistfully as she sat in front of her small Japanese table, her books sprawled in front of her.

Voice trembling with passion, eyes ablaze with determination, she continued, " He must be able to explain to me Picasso's Guernica, Van Gogh's Starry Night, tell me about Gustv Klimt's The Kiss.. If he can do that, he's the right guy."

I guffawed.

"He must know the fine foods- foie gras, egg hollandaise, Pho Bo, Risotto."

" He should love to shop-know about all the brands."

" Fashionable yet pious at heart."

" Tell me 'bout the Big Bang Theory, about Einstein's Theory of Relativity."

" He should be widely read, don't just read what he has to."

"And..that's my dream guy.." she sighed dreamily.

Suddenly, she blurted out, " Wait! That sounds exactly like me! "

Lol.

Later that night, as we laid ourselves down to sleep, Lynthia started on her ideal.

" He must love God first, me second."- said with a voice so full of conviction.

"Tall, dark and handsome."

"Tough."

*mental image of her ideal*

"OH YEAH!!! He must be CLEAN!!!! " she yelled out suddenly.

*mental image smashed*

I guffawed again.