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		<description><![CDATA[The perfect boyfriend&#8230; &#8230;gives us butterflies in the beginning (Frequency: 1 x a week, at least for the first three months). I have a friend who&#8217;s been seeing a man for three months she describes this way: &#8220;He&#8217;s really nice and he&#8217;s really good to me, but sometimes I have trouble looking at him because [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fleurdelinzy.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5952203&amp;post=1&amp;subd=fleurdelinzy&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="featureText"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#000000;font-size:small;"><strong>The perfect boyfriend&#8230;</strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /></span></p>
<p><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;gives us butterflies in the beginning</strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: 1 x a week, at least for the first three months). I have a friend who&#8217;s been seeing a man for three months she describes this way: &#8220;He&#8217;s really nice and he&#8217;s really good to me, but sometimes I have trouble looking at him because he&#8217;s really weird-looking&#8230; but, you know, we&#8217;ll see.&#8221; Some people think you don&#8217;t have to be all that attracted to the person you&#8217;re dating. I&#8217;m not one of those people. (And let&#8217;s be honest, who <em>really</em> is?) The ideal guy is either immediately attractive to us for his obvious physical attributes (say, dark-haired and tall, skinny with glasses, exotic and graceful), or because he appeals to us in other ways (the way he talks, the way he walks, the way he kisses , the way he works). Either way, those fluttery feelings in the beginning of the romance are important. Relationships get hard, and one way to endure the rough patches is having a little spark of high-school puppy love to fall back on. The perfect guy provides that.</p>
<p><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;makes us laugh</strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: a <em>lot</em>). There&#8217;s a reason &#8220;sense of humor&#8221; is consistently at the top of every woman&#8217;s love list. If you can&#8217;t laugh together, really, what&#8217;s the point?</p>
<p><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;shows us affection in tender ways</strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: minimum 4 x a week). My current squeeze was recently playing with my hair for the duration of an entire episode of <em>Grey&#8217;s Anatomy</em> (speaking of, is it too shallow to want the perfect boyfriend to watch <em>Grey&#8217;s Anatomy</em> with you?). I was in such heaven, it made me realize how important it is to be touched in ways that aren&#8217;t always pre- or post-sexually-charged. For instance, guys, you know that clever idea you have of offering us a &#8220;backrub&#8221; when you really intend to slowly sneak your hands around and&#8230; well, we <em>know</em> that trick. I&#8217;m just saying, every once in a while, the perfect boyfriend would give us a plain old backrub.</p>
<p><span class="featureText"><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;comes out with our friends and plays the role of token adorable guy</strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: 1 x a month). Like a designer coat you get for a steal, what&#8217;s the fun of talking about your big find if you can&#8217;t show it off? A perfect boyfriend isn&#8217;t just perfect when we&#8217;re alone; he&#8217;s perfect in public, too. Years ago, I dated an event planner who, every once in a while would say, &#8220;Let&#8217;s take your friends out.&#8221; He&#8217;d book a table somewhere, hail the cab, pull out our chairs for us, order us drinks, and tell hilarious stories about some recent party fiasco. I couldn&#8217;t help beaming with pride when a friend would lean over and whisper, &#8220;Oh my God, he&#8217;s <em>adorable</em>.&#8221; For most women, our friends are our family and a big part of our lives, so we want our boyfriend to fit right in <em>and</em> make a great impression while he does it. What&#8217;s the fun of having the perfect guy if no one in the room goes home just a teeny bit jealous?</span></p>
<p><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;agrees to go splitsies when we order food </strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: at least every other meal together). You know, you guys can have half of our chicken sandwich if we can have half of your burger? Your French fries are my French fries? Provided we don&#8217;t go too Tofurkey with our choices, it&#8217;s an admirable trait if a boyfriend shares a meal with us-literally.</p>
<p><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;surprises us with thoughtful gifts and gestures </strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: 1 x a month). This is where those flowers come in. Or a new CD we wanted. Or a sweet text-message at eleven a.m. Big or small, it really is the thought that counts. While visiting my guy in Los Angeles for a month, I mentioned a few weeks in that I was feeling a little homesick for New York City. When I woke up the next morning, he was standing there with two lattes&#8230; and a copy of <em>The New York Post</em>, which he&#8217;d spent 45 minutes driving around trying to find. The gift itself cost him two bucks, but was priceless in boyfriend points. &#8220;Half the fun of a little gift is just knowing that the guy is thinking of you when he&#8217;s apart from you,&#8221; points out my friend Sue. &#8220;It almost doesn&#8217;t matter what it is, it&#8217;s just the fact that he thought of us while he was doing it.&#8221;</p>
<p><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;compliments us on things other than our looks </strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: 10 times a month). In a movie I can&#8217;t help but reference weekly, <em>Something&#8217;s Gotta Give</em>, Jack Nicholson&#8217;s character tells Diane Keaton&#8217;s character, &#8220;You&#8217;re the funniest girl I ever had sex with.&#8221; Perhaps he could have phrased it a bit better, but there&#8217;s something magical about a man who notices the more profound, valuable qualities in us-who says things like, &#8220;You&#8217;re so interesting,&#8221; &#8220;You&#8217;re so intuitive&#8221; or &#8220;You&#8217;re so smart.&#8221; Looks fade, so we want a boyfriend who sees the pretty deep down.</p>
<p><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;but, yeah, he also tells us we&#8217;re beautiful and hot, like, all the time</strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: seriously, all the time). It just makes us feel really good. And the return a boyfriend gets on this is quantifiable: The more beautiful we feel, the better girlfriends we are in return.</p>
<p><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;gives us cards with stuff written in them</strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: birthday, anniversary, and holidays). Gifts from a boyfriend are great, don&#8217;t get me wrong. But it&#8217;s truly gratifying when said boyfriend <em>also</em> gives us a card with something heartfelt or sweet or cute written inside of it-you know, something more than just our name, his name, &#8220;Love&#8221; and a little punctuation. It&#8217;s not required, of course, but it goes a long, long way.</p>
<p><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;calls us on our questionable behavior</strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: well, not too often). My friend Kim mentioned an attribute she appreciates in her current boyfriend. As she puts it: &#8220;He calls me on stuff.&#8221; Kim is a tough chick who installs her own air conditioners and goes on vacation alone. But when she gets a boyfriend, she says, &#8220;I tend to turn into kind of a weepy, girl-tied-to-the-railroad-tracks type. The other day I asked him to get up and get me a drink, using this weird baby voice, and he was like, &#8220;Whoa, what&#8217;s with the <em>voice</em>? Now you&#8217;re pushing it.&#8217; He was right,&#8221; she says, &#8220;I wasn&#8217;t being myself. And it makes me respect a guy when he puts me in my place when I veer off-course.&#8221;</p>
<p><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;makes us trust him completely</strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: always). I dated a guy years ago who was big on guys&#8217; and girls&#8217; nights out. Which was fine, except that when he&#8217;d zip up his jacket and I&#8217;d say, &#8220;See you later,&#8221; he&#8217;d say, &#8220;Sure, unless I meet some other hot chick who wants me to come home with her, ha, ha, just kidding!&#8221; Guess what? Not funny. A perfect boyfriend makes a woman feel safe and secure. As my friend Todd puts it, &#8220;Trust is the titanium casing of a long-lasting relationship. Without that strong force field, you can&#8217;t survive. It&#8217;s what makes you a working team.&#8221;</p>
<p><span class="featureSubHeading"><strong>&#8230;thinks it&#8217;s adorable when we&#8217;re our all-alone-selves in front of him</strong></span><img src="http://images.match.com/match/s.gif" alt="" width="1" height="7" /><br />
(Frequency: always). It&#8217;s rare to find a man who finds it charming that you wear decade-old T-shirts to bed, can eat a whole Domino&#8217;s pizza by yourself, and spend Saturdays watching <em>Laguna Beach</em> marathons. And that&#8217;s what makes him so special. Assuming we agree not to push it (&#8220;I love that you don&#8217;t care if I don&#8217;t shave for weeks!&#8221;), the ideal guy would make us feel loved and accepted when we&#8217;re being our most natural selves.</p>
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