Checkin’ ALL my Boxes

About a year ago, I decided it was time for a boyfriend. My therapist agreed, she hadn’t a few months earlier, and encouraged me to get clear on the kind of guy I wanted.

I went a little overboard; I have a habit of doing that. What if I could design a truly perfect boyfriend? It was an interesting exercise, that forced me to get clear on what mattered. 

I started brainstorming big things first: sexual compatibility, humour, etc., then I got a little silly, writing down every little thing that would make him perfect, including a very narrow age range, a part of the city and even the sort of job he should have. Then I edited clearing out things that weren’t REALLY important, narrowing down to the dealbreakers.

A few random weeks later I randomly woofed some random dude on Scruff; I woof a LOT so this wasn’t a big deal.

Then he woofed back.

“Hey Sexy, what’s up?”

And this is how it started. It’s been almost a year later and I’m convinced that there’s a power in clear intentions, you can call it manifesting or energy or whatever you want, but this dude who makes me laugh, melts my heart, hardens my cock and always puts a smile on my face has ticked off ALL of the boxes, even the ridiculous ones that didn’t really matter.

Now if only I’d added a box about his choice in entertainment…good thing there’s a little common ground…and a little compromise there. It was nice to see how they finally found Dory.