When I was younger, like every other adolescent female, I had a list of qualities I wanted in a man. He had to be older, taller, smarter, has brown hair, has great eyes, knows how to sing, has a great complexion, gentle, well-mannered, and so on. And like every other girl, that list changes from time to time. But, I guess, as I grew older, I realized that it doesn't really matter. I realized that when you fall in love with someone, you just do, even if that person doesn't meet the criteria.