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(F = FANTASY, R = REALITY) F: He'll lavish you with gifts for no particular reason. R: You've got him confused with Santa Claus, who's already married, anyway. F: He'll be tall. R: He'll say he's five-foot-ten, although you'll tower over him at five-seven. F: He'll look at no other women. R: He still thinks Sharon Stone, the swim-suit model in Sports Illustrated, and the young baby-sitter down the street all want to meet him. F: You'll be in his every thought. R: He'll spend half his life obsessing about a receding hairline; the other half rehashing the latest game on ESPN. F: He'll be witty. R: He'll still tell knock-knock jokes. F: You'll share the same interests. R: He'll cancel a romantic evening with you for a tractor pull. F: He always walk beside you, smother you with kisses, and give you unconditional love. R: Now you've got him confused with the dog! |
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