There have always been three things that I look for in a guy. At least two of them must be present before I'll be interested, all three I have never seen in one guy.

-First, creativity. He can draw, write, play an instrument, dance whatever. But he has some kind of artistic outlet. An actor, a poet, a musician, a reporter. All good stuff.

-Second, intelligence. He reads, he thinks. He follows world affairs, he has opinions on important issues. He knows philosophy, theology. He is a scholar.

-Third, style. He has a developed taste. He doesn't just consume whatever is put in front of him, be it in a catagory of clothes, music, TV, etc. He has preferences and trademarks.

This pretty much follows for all people, not just guys. But I hold to these three qualities even more intently when I'm "crushing".

Above all, though, is a requirement I set long ago as a hurdle whatever guy I planned on getting into a serious relationship with would have to have jumped. He has to know himself. He must understand his own actions, be self contemplative. He must be in control of and in touch with himself and his emotions.

And guess who ISN'T? Yeah. He may have all three of the first three, but he falls far short of the most important requirement. And as soon as I discovered that, my one and a half year infatuation with him was turned off as quickly as it began.