...all the men I haven't already met-seriously, let me reflect... Like the character 'Pygmalion' of ancient myth who was compelled to carve his dream woman out of stone, I (at fifteen) painted an image and created a persona of the man I had been yearning for. (Let's just say, I wasn't too excited about the abundance of pimply-faced contemporaries at hand.) Unlike Pygmalion, however, all my praying and bargaining with the gods did not yield a real actuation of my fervent wish. So, flash forward three marriages and a few relationships later, I would have to admit, even at an age when I should have "known" better, I was still somehow finding myself seeking this particular man. And, although he was drawn out of the hazy desires of my youth, I had been still searching (on some sort of level) for what I wanted then. If you are actually still reading this, you may be asking, "Who the hell was he, exactly?" Well, he happened to be a nintenth century composer who was consumed by his work; a choir master during the day and an innovator at night-I'm talking classical music, guys. He was ahead of his time and his work was misunderstood, not gaining popularity until the world caught up to him. (Of course, after his "death.") He had a strong personality as most geniuses do and lead a rather singular life in his devotion to his muse. His relationships involving women were inevitably disappointing and eventually he avoided them altogether. (Well, naturally he was waiting for me, but I was born 150 years too late.) As I was the keeper of his flame, I got to create a timeless, almost perfect physical male specimen. (What do you know?!) He was tall in the era of short men, muscular, possessed a distinctive face-you know, fine bone structure, expressive eyes, intelligent brow-that sort of thing. His hair was long, thick and flowing but somewhat unkempt. Oh, and he was of Russian/German extraction. So...who on "My Space" comes close to this? Anyone?"