I like men with flaws.
Too big hands, scars on their legs, and wonky smiles.
I don’t like men who are too pretty.
Give me some unruly hair, a crooked nose.
Give me a deep rumbly voice that doesn’t match his mouth.
A patch of beard that won’t be tamed.
Give me two different color eyes.
I want to see what makes them different.
What sets them apart by my senses.
I want to touch the faults that make you up.
I want to see the imperfection.
I want to categorize each one to someday write down and remember how I became so familiar with them.