Casanova

Today, while procrastinating reading court cases about privacy infringements, indecency and intellectual property violations, I came across a regular gem.

Nearly a year ago, I was sitting in a cold, poorly lit, slightly musty room in the Smith building. Relief Society. On occasion, I find I have a hard time staying focused during that blessed third hour of church. Our topic was on marriage. After the tradition of hundreds of thousands of young women who have walked the daunting trail of single-hood in a marriage conscious culture, the 27 of us sitting in that prison of a room were encouraged to make The List. If you're laughing right now, it's because you are painfully aware which list I'm referring to.

You know, the one where you write down every perfect characteristic you are looking for in your future one-and-only. Now, if I had a dollar for every list I've been encouraged to make, I could perhaps single-handedly solve our nation's debt. (You can vote for me next election.)

On this blessed day nearly a year ago, my sass levels were slightly higher than my spiritual levels. This was the byproduct.

• HOT
• Dresses like a J Crew model
• Captain of a rugby team
• Teeth sparkle when he smiles
• Really, really rich
• 6% body fat
• Chiseled jaw line
• Runs 5 minute mile
• Plays the guitar like John Mayer
• Owns a castle in Ireland
• Can bench 220

When I find this Casanova of a man I'm sure we will indeed share eternal bliss. Godspeed his soul to mine.