Rugged

I had my eyes closed for about twenty seconds before I woke my computer back up. Rugged.

Ashen, dark, mysterious, sexy.

That's what makes a guy a hero, in a book at least.

They have to be tortured, too, otherwise there's really just no point. And insanely good looking, but they don't really care. And they're witty. And womanisers, but they choose to be with you and stay with you. That's part of the appeal. That they can have anyone, literally, because they're so awesome, but you're all blase about it, and they want you and they fight for you.

Example number one: Jess, Gilmore Girls. Number two: Wraith, the Demonica. Number three: Mr Darcy, Pride and Prejudice.

Now they are three insanely diverse examples, but you've got evidence of them all over the entire fiction world. Seriously though, in reality do they even exist?

You know what, even if they don't... It's cool, because that's what makes the hero attractive and hot and the protagonist's love interest, but maybe I'm not the protagonist, right? Maybe I'm not all that dramatic that an entire book or film is going to focus on part of my life.

Honestly, I'm not all that good with drama anyway-- I shy away from all forms of confrontation. Just so long as they're sensitive but confident, charismatic, smouldering, (the rugged must stay, it's my shiny golden number one)... It is so weird how quick the list can grow.

In the end, I don't even really know. I've never been in love, so I guess I'm just going to have to bide my time and wait and see what kind of guy I fall for. Better be rugged though.