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You know that song by Whitney Houston, I'm Every Woman? Well, I found the male version, it's all in him. Lucky me, right? It's almost as if a higher power heard my request for the perfect guy, made him and sent him my way. Ok, he's not that perfect but who is? He's pretty close to my dream man though. He has blue eyes, he's over 6 feet tall, he's got the strong lean body I like in a guy, has nice big hands, nice and big down there too. He likes the same music I do, jazz, R&B and some Hip Hop. He does everything he could to keep me interested and happy. How did I get so lucky? He insists on paying for everything because he said men should take care of women. I'm all about gender equality but it's refreshing to have a guy who genuinely thinks I deserve to be treated the right way in that sense. He has a life but never makes me feel like I have to wait in line to fit in his schedule. As great as our time in the bedroom is, I enjoy him just as much outside. We can talk for hours without the awkward pause. He's a gentleman who can rock my world in bed. So when this man asked me to be his girlfriend, I couldn't refuse. That of course means, I'm not going to see any other boy toys but him. He's worth giving that up and it's been a fun ride. I hope the end is far. I'm jealous of the girl who will eventually own him completely someday. For now, I'll soak up every wonderful moment we have together.