housebroken boys

Me: I think I might be a snot and have really high expectations for the type of guy I’d be interested in.
Shaun: You are just now figuring this out?
Me: uh, no.
Shaun: Well, you want a guy that is atleast partially housebroken.
Me: Exactly!

Housebroken. Exactly. I am not looking for a guy who still thinks a college basketball poster on the wall counts as “decorating.” Or who doesn’t know what a hand towel is properly used for (no, not for changing the oil on his car). And although Rudy’s cups are fine for drinking a coke while watching TV, I would prefer he knows how to drink out of a real glass. I’d prefer he have atleast one piece of real furniture and not a particle board entertainment center – but I’ll let that slide for the right guy. I mean, I don’t have “real” furniture yet but am getting close. I do have a matching set of glasses and silverware. I know this is retarded but Derek got major bonus points and my blessing to marry Heidi once I saw he had bought himself a real bedroom set and didn’t still sleep in a twin bed. (yes, I understand when you are moving a lot a twin bed is practical and easier to move.) So, yep, I guess I am looking for a guy that is atleast partially housebroken. Am I being unreasonable? :0)