I am at that stage in life where you can pleasantly discuss the prospect of getting married with your parents. It is a sweet phase to be in. The subjects to talk about are fresh and far away from regular chit-chat. It was all fun and games for me until my dad asked, "Give me a list of things you would want in a future husband." To my surprise, I did not have a list. For someone who even has a list of things to do over the weekend, this was a little startling. I didn't know what to say, so I jokingly replied, "Idk! Maybe who replies to my texts in max 2 business days." But was I kidding? If yes, then who was I kidding? I remember having a list as a teenager, obsessing over it with my girlies back when I was sweet 16. However, over the years, life worked out to be such a bitch that expecting a text back in 2 days is what I think is luxury. When did life go from having a 10-pointer checklist for a prince charming to a series of traumatic experiences that rende