If there’s anything being single for the past three years has taught me, it’s that I’d rather be happy by myself then unhappy in a relationship. Maybe it’s because my parents’ almost-30-year marriage is a beautiful example of what I think a great couple is, or maybe it’s because my friends have managed to date really amazing guys. But when it comes to love, whomever I end up with better be the bomb-diggity—or I’ll pass.
That being said—if you ask anyone who knows me pretty well, they’d say that I was pretty picky.
I’ve never dated a guy shorter than six feet tall before (I’m 5’4″—or 5’7″ in the heels I love to wear). I refuse to date anyone who isn’t gainfully employed or doesn’t live outside of his family home. I have to be physically attracted to them. I’d prefer if he had hair, and he should have a rockin’, outgoing, awesome personality—and not be too shy or too loud. I’d like someone who challenges me but has a kind-hearted spirit at his core.
This post was originally published on Women’s Health magazine. To read the rest – and what is worth settling for – click here.