'the perfect man'

i have nothing to run away from, yet.
nor do i have anything run to, yet.
i don't know when i'm going to.
i don't even know if i'm going to at all.
i don't want some sleezy hook-up...
the kind of thing that would last one night and hold me over for a little while.
no.
no.
i don't want that.
i want something special.
i don't want cliche though...
not at all.
call me picky,
but how else can you be happy without refusing to settle?
the answer;
you can't.
i want a guy who tries extremely hard, but doesn't show it.
i want him to do cute little things, like call me, text me, just normal things with a cute little spin on them.
hug me when he sees me.
he'll dance with me.
he won't bring home flowers every night because he thinks that's what a woman wants,
because,
he'll know that i find flowers equivilent to nothing.
they have lost their meaning over the years.
chocolate?
chocolate is worthless.
i just want him to hug me and place my head right in the perfect spot that has me snuggled into his neck.
i'm not sure if he exists.
but i'm not going to doubt that he does.
i'm not sure i'f i'm supposed to strive and go out of my way to find him,
or if i can just sit back and he'll come into my life when i'm ready...
but, that i'll never know.
i just have to do what i think is right.
and pray.
i'll pray that one day, i do find him.
we'll fall in love,
and he won't post it on the 'jumbo screen,'
he'll get down on one knee, just him and i.