Imaginary Boyfriend

Where the eff are you?

I want a Bohemian, turtle-neck and glasses wearing, Margaret Atwood reading, soy nut eating, Guinness drinking, guitar playing, theatre-going, nature loving, poetry and prose writing dork to come out from wherever he is hiding and introduce himself to me without looking at my boobs. Someone who won't think I'm a loser, only a dork, when I pull over the car to stare at the moon, who will understand what I mean when I glare at him, who will surprise me sometimes and who won't be sap.

And I know this is unreasonable. And I like being single. It would just be nice to know that I am likable.