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My ideal: A man whose confidence does not shout, but speaks in a languid whisper. The one whose words ignite more intelligently than the most fiery look. The strength in his hands is combined with the trepidation of his touch. If you know how to turn an ordinary evening into an unforgettable performance of feelings - welcome to my world.