Single, young and picky - good or bad?

A dear friend of mine described this to be his ideal woman. Ready?

Overall

Gorgeous lady, absolutely no doubt about that. If she brings chocolate even better.

Hair – short blonde, little bit messy but stylish, very cute.

Body – boobs, bigger the better as long as there is some proportional representation going on. But will not say no to slender women – the key is balance. Not interested in bums or legs so long as latter are not stubbly.

Must be reasonably tall but short enough for him to give all consuming cuddle.

Eyes – pretty ones, colour not fussed.

Teeth – pretty smile with pretty teeth.

Personality, flexible but ideally have following:

Need them to be slightly mental even if it's behind close doors. A bit kooky.
Likes wine and good food
Likes films
Likes good television (HBO)
Independent
Won't nag about washing up/cleaning. Let's get a dishwasher and hire a cleaner.
Will show affection without my demands, and won't get angry when I demand it even after unprompted showings.

He ended with this: ‘Aside from all that, I'm not picky at all!’
Now some would argue otherwise but to me having a criteria is not only clever but darn essential. In fact I am the Queen of (unrealistic) Criteria - much to the bafflement of my friends.

My current list reads like this. Brace yourselves.

Man with a combination of Patrick Dempsey’s dreaminess mixed with George Clooney’s smouldering sexiness, voice and charm, layered with Michael Buble’s personality. He fights for equality but knows how to chill out in his spare time. He has no objection in being silly and never gets too embarrassed to dancing stupidly. Plus he quickly learns how to put with all my shades of fabulousness and not feel the need to run far, far away.

You could say I am a lost cause. But when single, young and free, why not have our standards set in stone or typed up and posted on a blog for all to see? My mum says my list is verging onto “intellectual snobbery” in all areas of my life. In my mind this is not necessarily a bad thing.

A married woman did warn me however that while the 20s is all about being choosy, the following decade is taking every fine point on the list and replacing them with trust, laughter and security. Strong jaw line and Armani attire become insignificant. When I asked one groom-to-be how he knew that my friend was The One, he simply replied: “When it’s right you just know.” No Mills & Boon epic explanation, no song and dance.

That’s sweet and all but I have to admit based on married woman’s theory I have six more years to keep adjusting my list and carrying the unfailing hope that one day my McDreamy-McClooney-McBuble will appear. Then when I hit the big 3-0 I’m sure I will be happy to settle for McFunny-McNice-McSafety. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m destined to have both.