Now, I think I’ve made it clear throughout your childhood that I’d specifically like you to marry tall blonde girls (emphasis on tall) haven’t I?
I estimate you will have heard the phrase “we don’t need any more short and dark in this family” roughly 18-20 million times by adulthood. To clarify, I’ve never meant that in a Hitler-esque way, I’m not hoping you’ll kick-start a new Aryan race. It’s simply that if my side of the family get any shorter we will disappear, and the only reason I’m suggesting we aim to increase the amount of blonde in our family is because they tend to be less hirsute people. The phrase “Blondes have more fun” was invented specifically to point out the disparity between the amount of time spent by brunettes on body-hair removal. Pfft, blondes.
I suppose I should cover my thoughts on personality too, rather than solely on the potentially dodgy area of eugenics… Find a nice girl.
Never underestimate the value of nice. When you’re having a rough day, having someone nice to pick you up and help you through is wonderful. When you’re having a great day having someone nice to share the joy with is also wonderful. There is no bad time to have someone nice and kind around you.
“Exciting” is always immediately desirable obviously. Exciting is by it’s very nature, well, exciting. If, like me, you are lucky enough to be excited at a nice kind person, then that is fabulous, I can hope for no more. If not, just bear in mind that when you’ve had a rough day at work, or some terrible news, excitement might be off somewhere else being exciting.
Grandad for example (did you see this coming?) Grandad loves to bring excitement to his relationships, particularly to his romantic relationships. Whether it be expensive flowers and a trip to Paris as a surprise date early in a relationship, or the surprise of turning up at the door menacingly after he’s been firmly dumped for terrible behaviour. Either way, he loves to surprise.
Exciting people love a grand gesture. If I asked Grandad to prove his paternal love for me by robbing a bank he would (or so he regularly assures me). If I wanted a hand moving house, or fixing a leak, I can promise you that you wouldn’t see him for dust (or around 3 months until he was sure the danger had passed). Life isn’t full of trips to Paris, it’s full of moving house and leaks and everyday nonsense. People who can deal with everyday nonsense are the best, if you find them, grab one and never, ever, let go.