This morning I gave my niece two rings I’ve had for some years now, big engagement ring-esque costume jewelry.  You know the kind I’m talking about, (if you say you don’t you’re lying) every girl owns one at some point, or at least thinks about owning one… You see it in the store and think, “If that were a real diamond, that’s exactly what I’d want my engagement ring to look like.”, and then you try it on and imagine people noticing it and asking how he popped the question. And then you buy it, whether you’re in a relationship or not, just so you can hide it in your jewelry box so that you can take it out every once in a while and look at yourself in the mirror and think about how you’ll look engaged.  Hello, my name is Katie, and in spite of my better judgement, I’m a Romantic.  I had two of these rings… (because I couldn’t decide which cut I liked better, obviously), however I decided to give them up because I suddenly realized something a little scary, and no it’s not that I’m ridiculously lame for having fake engagement rings.

I have a clearer understanding of the type of ring I’d want on my finger to seal the deal, than I do of the type of man I’d want to give me that ring. Talk about misplaced priorities.

In general, it seems, girls often suffer from this shuffle of priorities and at some point have to face reality (or end up in a horrible mess).

So I started thinking about the kind of man I’d want in my life… and what I discovered is, I want a man mashup. That’s right, I want a big, strong, cowboy-vampire, with glasses, tattoos, and a bass guitar. Give me a little half-naked, sweaty, rugged, Drover from Australia, a little clean-cut, unwavering, eternal, Edward Cullen from Twilight and throw in a little geek, a little edgy, and hands that can cradle a guitar like it’s a newborn and I’ll be satisfied.  Is that really asking too much?

What would your man mashup look like?