The perfect breakfast:
Everyday- French bread, loose tea.
Weekends- ho-cakes (or grits), 3 egg ommelette, thick bacon, orange juice
Vacation- poached eggs, hollandaise, french toast with syrup, and bacon and hashbrowns and bacon...
The perfect date: Roast duck, my exquisite black suit, cocktails at my place- lifestories, breakfast at 4 in the morning after passionate and clumsy first time-sex, or cuddling.
The perfect kiss: The lusty wet one I receive with a hot skillful hand on my jock (bare, or over clothes)
The perfect argument: Polite and abstract, preferably with my brother.
The perfect man/woman: Not sure she exists, but I'd like someone I can respect and trust, keeps me in check without pressure. Three B's a must: Brains, bust and beauty.
The perfect shoe: Chuck Taylors.
The perfect movie: I would imagine Akria Kurisawa wrote/directed it.
The perfect flower: Nightblooming cereus or jasmine. ... or chrysanthemums.
The perfect time of day: Dinner.
The perfect mood: Amorous delirium.
The perfect dream: Mine are pretty awesome, but I like sex dreams (of course). Or giant robot combat dreams.
The perfect drink: Loose leaf tea. Truckstop coffee. Murky Apple cider. Root beer. Extra dry gin martini with 4 feta stuffed olives and a pinch of salt.
The perfect name: Jack.
The perfect drug: was a pretty good song.