First, I'm not wee, and if some giant Scottish guy called me wee I'd punch him...even if it probably wouldn't hurt him at all. Second, I've been reading Scottish romances lately and maybe it's what all girls want, but the idea of a nearly seven foot monster of a man, feared by all, dangerous as hell (and maybe a few violent tendencies...not towards me of course), with a Scottish accent is heavenly.
Think about it, it'd be awesome arguing with him, he could pick me up (though if he did, I'd probably get very angry and slightly violent myself), lock me in a room (I'd get out) and order me around (not that I'd listen...I'm a poor listener). It'd be awesome.
Okay so yeah, I may have been reading a bit too many 16th Century Scottish romances, but doesn't he sound spectacular? I wouldn't say dreamy because it's a gag worthy word. Man, the idea of someone like that liking me and arguing with me (so I like arguing, it's not a fault! It's invigorating) and trying to control me (I'll admit, I enjoy it when someone tries to boss me around and defying them...especially when they like me all the better for it)....that's what I want.
Find me a Scottish man and I'd love you forever! *sighs* Oh if only dreams came true.
Of course I know it'll never happen, but a girl can hope can't she?
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