I want a man who understands that I have good reason to be angry, and that reason isn\'t \'rag week\'.

I want a man who forgoes St Valentine\'s Day and goes out of his way on Tuesdays, because nothing ever happens on a Tuesday.

A man who thinks my boyish, sartorial style is kind of cute and sexy and understands that it\'s just not that easy for me to conduct my day-to-day living in short skirts, high heels and crotchless knickers.

I want a man who will give me space and let me do my own thing, but be there at my beck and call if my own thing includes him.

I want a man who isn\'t afraid to do things the old fashioned way: to telephone (not text), invite me to dinner and, no less, actually suggest a restaurant because he is a DECISIVE person.

I want a man who is cleverer than me but doesn\'t realise it, because he\'s not so competitive and insecure for that kind of thing to cross his mind.

Who wants to know all about my family and my job, not just my bra size.

Someone who occasionally patronises me, but in an affectionate way, and sometimes makes me feel like a little girl who needs looking after.

I want a man who adores every inch of me, good and bad, flabby and firm, thin and thick, happy and sad, clever and stupid, spotty and stripy, consistent and then not so, confused yet certain.

Oh and gotta love country life and kids!

Is that too much? Oh well...