After being bombarded constantly with what Christina Aguilera wants in a guy, and hearing how other girl-bands define Mr. Right, I am tempted to let the world know what it is a guy wants in a girl.

It may sound strange but I wouldn’t want to know everything about a girl all at once. For example, when we are eating something especially delicious, like a warm brownie topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and a single beautiful red cherry, we don’t gobble it down and belch.

Instead, we savor every bite; eat it slowly so that not a drop gets by that hasn’t been thoroughly enjoyed.

Similarly, I would like to discover a girl’s feelings very slowly and make each discovery an adventure. That is not to say that I find someone who keeps her phone number from me very sexy. Of course not.

What I am referring to is a deeper type of mystery, kind of a sense of privacy on her part, that would have you pondering, “there is something about that girl, and even though I can’t put my hands on it, I like it.” And it then becomes almost an obsession to find what that something is, which I would imagine would keep a relationship fantastically interesting.

Something that I think any guy would find appealing is a girl who dresses well and smells good.

It shows that a girl has a lot of respect for herself and also a lot of confidence, something that can be very sexy. I don’t want a shy girl, and I don’t want a “ghetto” girl. Excessive profanity and other ill-mannered behavior is not something I respect in a girl.

Above all, I want a girl that can do things, who can dance flamenco and cook a gourmet dish, or who can play a heck of a tennis game. I want a girl that is a lover of life, always with a smile on her face, rarely with a negative attitude.

I’d like someone who is adventurous and spontaneous, capable, say, of striking a crazy conversation with a New York cab driver.

Perhaps all of this, (not including good looks, a beautiful body, and curly hair) is a little too much to ask for. But then again, the fabulously wealthily, handsome, and sensitive Mr. Right that all girls are in search for is not an easy find either.

I was sitting with those I normally sit with during lunch. Then I saw Josh.

He was a good friend of mine in our so-called clique, but I secretly liked him. Something was upsetting him that day though. I, along with countless others, tried to pry it out of him, but it seemed hopeless.

I did what any good friend would do, I went after him. I rushed out of the hall and carelessly left my books behind. I eventually caught up to him and the only word that escaped my lips was, “hey.”

I tried to say it in the most cool and calm way I could manage. I thought to myself, “I came this far just to say ‘Hey’...I must sound so annoying!” I was too embarrassed to see his reaction. The rest of our walk was silent and awkward.

Once we reached the end of the hall, I sat on the stairs and he joined me.

I pretended not to notice his intense stare though. “Do you really want to know what’s bothering me,” he finally said. I didn’t know what to say. “Well, of course. I hate it when my friends are upset, and I just want to see if you’re OK. Maybe I can help you out. You’d be surprised,” I said confidently.

I was surprised at how fast I thought of that, considering how nervous I was. He smiled and let out that equally famous laugh. I just melted at that and almost all my tension went away. “You probably already know, but... I like you. A lot actually,” he said. I could hear his voice trembling as he said it.

All my emotions hit me at once; I wanted to laugh, cry, and scream at the same time. I had dreamed about this since the first time Josh and I exchanged glances. We both sat there for a minute. Thinking and getting our heads straight.

I wasn’t sure if it was a dream, but it felt too real to be one. We were saved by the bell. Soon we were gathering our books and heading to class together.

We smiled at one another, knowing this wouldn’t be our last moment together.