Significant

As any woman my age would do on a Friday night, I’m sprawled out on my couch in yoga pants and a loose fitting shirt. I'm busy clicking away on multiple sites looking for nothing in particular and the TV is providing white noise and a little company in the background.

I haven’t had a chance to meet most of my neighbors but all I know is the new tenant that moved in above me either has a short distance sprinting exercise regiment or has a dog with a little too much pent up energy. But, I can't complain. The guy that used to live there must have been a designer of some kind because he was constantly pushing around his furniture at all hours of the day.

I took a moment to look up my horoscope, which is easy since I follow "them" on twitter. It read: You won't just date anybody! You're extremely picky & they'll never really know how to get your attention.

I don’t read too much into stuff like this or tarot cards but on occasion, it's nice to have something that is, in a way, written for you.

Someone told me recently that it's better to have someone love you more than you love them. I don’t agree with that. Unconditional love is "handy" in that you’re basically free to do whatever you want and know that the other person will be waiting for you to return. I would rather be the one waiting, as hard as that may be.

It takes energy to love someone and it's been a very long time since I've committed myself to it--although not necessarily by choice--but I would give it my all given the opportunity.

But what kind of man am I looking for? I am very picky. Not in a "Oh, he's too tall" or "He's not a blond" sort of way. I can't really describe my ideal man...Call me what you will but my dad is really hard to beat. He's so worldly, works hard and provides for his family, a mister fix it, has a built in TomTom, and cooks. He has a great sense of humor and even though as a traditional Asian dad, he doesn't express himself very well, I know he loves me and supports me.

The best thing about him is his passion for food and eating. Everyday when he comes home for dinner, no matter what it is, if my mom or I cooked it, he will smile and praise it till he cleans his plate. Almost every meal ends with him saying, “This is why I can’t go out to eat! Why would I go out when I can stay home and eat something better?” For that, I would come home everyday and stand in the kitchen after even the longest of shifts to cook.

I would be lucky to find anyone even half as wonderful as my dad. And I hope to God he's out there.