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And the pull exerted by Rita reached me. Here are the rules of the game that I have done ^C and ^V from her post:

1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.

"Eight points! OMG!"

That was how my mind reacted when I read Rita's post. I do not have that many parameters for my perfect love. That will be a really mind crunching task.

Still I am giving a try...
Target: Female

My perfect lover should be

1.Cute (with a beautiful mind)
2.Accept me as I am (with all my limitations)
3.Always demanding (to give me hard time struggling to fulfill them)
4.A chatter box!
5.Not always asking for explanations of the things I do (excepting for crucial matters).
6.Ready to accept that there can be different views.
7.Cooks delicious food (of course I am ready to be a helping hand)
8.A little bit suspicious about me (I enjoy being tracked!)

Hey, that's not as tough as it thought it to be. So I am going to make you all victims


do not say no. Ok...


Mindinside said…
jac said…
Vacationers should be exempted.
That is also a rule!!
aklanta said…
No excuses.OK!
i have tagged my site.
Rita said…
Hmmm...interesting. Point number 8 was he most interesting. I am a little curious to know why? :D
bye said…
You got it..I've tagged! check my blog when you get time to spare..hehehe
Mindinside said…
You got it..I've tagged!
Check my blog when you get time to spare, also.
aklanta said…

Where's the tag? Hidden somewhere in your blog?

At times things are just because they are, without any specific reason...this is one of them...:D>

We will not let Jac shy away from being tagged. Ok!

All the best!
Not bad not bad at all! It is NOT a tall order!!
is it a symbol

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