I am my daddy's girl. :D

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How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man

who insists on treating her

as if she were a perfectly normal human being

- Oscar Wilde

What type of a boy do you want to get married to. In order of preference, what are the traits you are looking for in a boy. What kind of people do you like?
These are the questions that have suddenly been thrown at me from all quarters. I am no different. All girls my age (by that I mean, marriageable according to our society) go through this sometime. Some sooner than later.
People keep asking this one question, what do you want. How can we say what we want? When our needs keep a changing every other minute or so?

I mean, there is a time in every girl’s life when she falls for a bad boy. By bad boy I don’t mean a skull-tattooed, greasy-haired, leather-wearing punk. By bad boy I mean the type of person who’d have the ability to sweep you off your feet. Who’d not sit at your feet like a forlorn pup. Instead maybe show that he doesn’t really care if you call or not, yet liking it when you do. Who’d be the heart throb of numerous girls around, because he’s intelligent or flashy or good looking or a jock or maybe even all of the above.

Then comes the time when she’s looking for stability. That is when she’s looking for a guy who’d provide, shelter, take care. Stability and commitment. Honesty and perseverance. That’s what she’s looking for then.

And then she comes back to wanting the rush, the excitement, the thrill of being chased. If only by the same man.

Just as these stages can be experienced in stages, they can also be simultaneous. Or in any other permutation/combination as well.

There’s just one thing that remains constant. Just one thing that doesn’t change. Something, which, she’s unlikely to tell her guy.

Why?

Simple.

Because, he might get jealous.

Because, he might feel threatened.

Because, he might feel it’s too much of competition.

That all through her life, whoever the boy is, whatever he does, the only thing she’d want would be for him to be like her father.

No, don’t jump the gun. Let me explain.

Not that she’d want him to look similar, talk similarly, smoke the same brand, drink the same wine, no.

In fact, there are a lot of things she might just want to do away with. Like maybe his anger. Or that regional accent that he has. Or the funny clothes he wears. Or the strong political views he has.

The only thing she’d want her man to have would be to have the unconditional love for her like her father did. To be treated like a princess like her father treated her. To be, sometimes, taken care of without any other worries in the world, like the only man in her life, her hero, her dad did.

This, I think should satisfy all those questions mums and aunts and grandmums etc etc put forth to all the girls.

All of us, in this respect, want the same thing, and this is it.