I feel like I haven’t addressed this properly.
I have an unrealistic expectation when it comes to my future half because of books and boy bands.
I never wanted a Mr. Darcy. I like the idea of Mr. Darcy, because it’s someone that would challenge me, but I would have been even more verbally abusive than Elizabeth, and probably more like Elisabeth in Pride and Prejudice and Zombie than the original.
I never wanted an Edward Cullen. I like the idea of Edward Cullen, because of his vast knowledge of music, but I wouldn’t want to have someone that is constantly cold and hard as marble. And knowing me, I’d like to mix a drop of my blood in everything just to annoy him and see how long he would be able to hold on until he craves – because playing with fire is the best game, of course.
So many books have the set up where the main male lead is strong, powerful and very overprotective.
To certain extends, that is appealing.
Until the overprotective part.
I like it be able to be my own person, and own myself and whatever I do, it’s not being judge or dictated by anybody.
Fifty Shades would have been my worst nightmare.
Boyband members are the worst because they really are what give you the most unrealistic expectation when it comes to men.
Joey McIntyre, New Kids On the Block.
He was a lanky human and there wasn’t much to him, but now he is just a very hot human.
Nice Carter, Backstreet Boys.
I used to think of him as my world. He is still in my world, but my view of the world has expanded a lot since.
Sakarai Sho, Arashi.
He looked like a thug (a good looking Japanese one, no less) when he went to uni with piercing and punk hair, and graduated top of his class in political science and economic, and became a news anchor on top of everything.
Kato Shigeaki, NEWS.
I wanted to punch his face when I was in uni. He went to uni as an arrogant little shit, graduated top of his class in law, and became an author on top of everything else.
This season of Japanese tv on the other hand, has given you what reality is.
The super smart forensic pathologist was ditched by her fiancé because she works too long hours.
A twenty something year-old just want a simple relationship but can’t find one.
A beautiful and smart teenager thinks she is just a massive mistake that her parents made.
Good looking and top of the class inspector was being looked down by his own father because god older brother and sisters are even smarter.
Beautiful and rich girl with good manners were being bullied by her friends because of what she is.
Newly qualified barrister has no money.
Artistic thirty-something galaxy owner just want someone to spend time with.
The best one?
The top male escort of the Tokyo – not wanted by older woman.
I look at all that and think… I am quite happy living in my own world and in my little bubble.
Middle of nowhere femme 
Haha!! Excellent and one I’ll come back to you about – may even create a new post at some point.
I grew up the youngest of five siblings and the only girl. My brothers were (are) musicians and by the time I met my now husband Mark, I was at 15yrs old and a rough-arsed sort that hung around musicians and drank, smoked and took drugs on a regular basis.
The guy of choice was always typically long-haired, a musician / artist or similar moody sort and although I secretly admired Mark from afar, he was as far from my type (or me his) as it’s possible to be. He was a university student, eloquent with impeccable manners and carried himself like a typically old-fashioned gent straight out of a black and white James Stewart movie.
I’m there with blue hair, nose-rings, attitude and more drugs and stolen goods stashed in my bedroom wardrobe than a forensic lock-up.
Anyway later down the line my interest and attitude switched and I ended up with the one guy nobody on Earth would have put me with. Ever. Not even him I don’t think.
Interestingly he is the one and only person – not just man either he’s the only person that has ever put me firmly in my place and can handle me and the shit and hassle I have brought over the years.
Nearly 20yrs we’ve been together now and in all that time he has not once raised his voice to me or either of our kids (now adults) but just one look that says “Hey.. easy tiger you’re taking the piss and pushing your luck” is all it needs to rein my arse back in.
Even my daughter after watching “Pretty Woman” and “Bridget Jones” went “Oh my God it’s Dad.. it’s you being crap and Dad being lovely about how crap you are” 🙂
This scene made even Mark laugh aloud because he’s always been “Dear God woman… can I not take you anywhere?”
Also the guy I was with for two years before and I’m sure I’ve mentioned before was a moody, sulky musician that looked good and was a weird mix of John Rzeznik, Leonardo Decapario and Woody Harrelson.
Looking back he was a typical – almost textbook psychological bully and manipulative bastard but he’s the guy that went nuts because I used to sing at open mic evenings at the local bars and he told me if I went and sang “Second Hand News” with the singer of another band / friend of my brother he would “leave and go home!!” and I was a bit drunk, sick of hit shit and decided to take the mic and give my own perfect rendition of “King of the Forest” much to his disgust.
Few years later having been taken out by Mark for a lovely meal, wined, dined and foolishly shown the grand piano in the other room beside the restaurant, I lifted the lid, tapped and turned on the mic and gave everyone in the place a bit of “I don’t like Mondays”
Can still see Mark sat there holding a pint and beaming from ear to ear watching / listening to me play and bursting with pride. I remember the day after thinking how my ex would have hit the fucking roof but Mark thoroughly enjoyed ever second.
I remember you saying! I was always a bit of a black sheep in a way that I never know where I fit in and the only male THING that I brought him EVER turned out to be dildo (because he doesn’t even deserves to be a dick)… mainly because I want to be me and he doesn’t like it.
No man worth an ounce of your time will ever keep you away from what you love or would ever discourage and be unsupportive of your hopes and dreams.
I often feel guilty because when you look around my house everything is a reflection of me and the kids. Very little if anything has a “Mark” stamp and I remember once saying there’s nothing of him or his passions, hobbies or interests anywhere – just all the things I love.
“What you love, who you are and what makes you happy is what makes me happy. Sounds shit-ass cheesy but it’s true”at all.
The ex with the moods and sulks was an arsehole and when I finally left for good he decided to hit me where it hurt and that very same day sold the piano I’d spent ages saving up for and loved enormously.
A few months after I started seeing Mark I got home to find a beautiful acoustic piano and bench sat there waiting for me.
There’s never an element of “Well you owe me for this” side to it either and half the time he’s actually sneaky about gifts.
Got in once and there on the wall in the hallway was a beautiful canvas art of my horse and pony. Stuck up no mention or word of it until I broached the subject of ermm… what the fuck is that in the hallway?
Never settle. Never aim to make anyone other than yourself happy and never waste a breath on anyone that says otherwise 🙂