  Side note: First of all, sorry for my blog yesterday. It was just getting too much here at work and at home. It’s just one of those days I guess when nothing seems to be going right and the world I’ve carefully built is crashing down. A friend, reggae princess, has read my post and suggested that I hold on to … something instead. First thing that most people would think she was talking about is maybe holding on to faith. Yet, for me, to be honest, I thought of my perfect man, my unknown savior. Therefore, with this entry, I write the description of him in hopes that he’s out there and someone with access to this webpage can tell him for me I’m looking for him. =) (Yes, that includes you, My policeman friend. ) First of all, he needs to make me laugh. We’d be sitting somewhere together and just talking but at the end of the day, all I’d remember is us laughing, rather than the content of our conversation. I’d just like to be a kid with him, I guess. We can joke around and play and just have not a care in the world but rather, have fun and enjoy life. He needs to have something between his ears so that he can make me think and learn and we can talk in the first place.
He needs to have a strong belief in something—not the ultra religious fanatic, but someone who knows the meaning of faith. He should have dreams that he’s passionate in achieving but understands that hard work is the answer. He needs to have an idea what success is, how to value money, and why respect is important. He would want to make a difference in this world. He needs to be tough, not in the macho manly sense but the kind who can carry the yolk and meet challenges head on.
He needs to be a warrior who doesn’t give up easily when the downhill part of life hits him most. How else can he can make my demons stay away and carry me when I’m too weak? Yet, he needs to need me too. There must be something in him that’s incomplete enough for me to fill the void, because I will need him to make me whole also.
He needs to be able to stare at me and make me feel like I’m so vulnerable because he lays me bare. His eyes can penetrate into my skin and that way I can see his soul. His smile can transform from naughty to cute (dimples wouldn’t hurt) and his lips, oh my…enough said. His arms are strong to protect me and large enough to wrap me in. Last, he’ll have to have a 7 or bigger. =) I’m just playing. Just wanted to see your reactions my dear blog fans. But it does seem like this post is headed in that direction so I’ll stop for now. So folks, if you someone resembling Reynaldo (picture below), let me know. This guy is an Armani model, a lawyer, tall, brown and handsome, and …enough said… =) 
