I'm going to ask you a question and then I'm going to give my answer to my own question, sort of.
First...the question:
Given past experiences, how do you want...rather, expect...men to act?
To give you my answer as to how I act, I'll post something here I wrote to help explain to someone what exactly I want when I finally find "the one".
Here it is.
Our day starts out like any other, except that I’m in your arms and you in mine. The bright warmth of the sun washes over us and the tangled mess of the blankets wrapped around as if they were a living thing, merely an extension of the body that we are.
Feeling your heart beat, I hold you closer, feeling your skin next to mine and knowing it was that way all night. I whisper into your ear, “Good morning, beautiful” and relish these last few moments before the day starts in earnest. As you lean back into me as far as possible, without our becoming one in physical reality, I hear you whisper, “Mmmm, good morning sweetheart.” Not wanting to end it but knowing we must, I reluctantly let go of you and trail a finger down your arm, onto your thigh and all the way down to your toes, slowly. As I grab a pair of shorts to head to the bathroom, I turn my head towards you, look into your eyes, wink and blow you a kiss.
As I start on my morning rituals, I can’t help but wonder what’s going through your mind. Am I worried? No, one could not say that. No, if I were to say anything at all it would be that yes, I wonder what your thoughts are at any given moment but, then again, all I need to do is look deep into your eyes and know…you’re right there with me, sharing the same mind, the same thoughts. I hurry about my business and come back into the room to catch a glimpse of you finishing getting dressed. I whistle softly, more to myself than anything, but apparently not softly enough. You turn, very slightly blushing, and ask me what I find so appealing.
Instead of answering, I cross the room to you, place my arms around your waist and gently kiss you, feeling your breath with mine, inhaling as I exhale, exhaling as I inhale, lips barely touching. As if some invisible sign were predetermined, our tongues meet, tip to tip and share a kiss of their own. I then lightly brush my hands up your sides and around your back to your shoulders, one hand heading towards your hair, the other heading towards your behind. As our tongues begin to explore each other more ardently, so do our hands, my left running through your hair, softly pulling and combing my fingers through it, my right exploring every part it can, softly running up your back and then down again, never being able to touch as much of you as it wants. Your arms are around my neck, one hand caressing my neck and my head, soft skin running over my scalp and sending shivers down my spine, holding me close but not having to hold on very hard.
Our lips have since joined again, breaths coming just a little faster, still breathing in each other’s essence, only to exhale again and start all over. Our tongues have started a game of hide and seek in each other’s mouths, running around each other and barely touching, but never coming in to full contact. Our heads are turning one way, then the other, lost in the passion, in the moment.
Slowly, we draw ourselves closer to each other, holding on more tightly, caresses becoming more sensual, but not sexual, as time comes to a standstill and the world disappears. I wrap my arms fully around you as yours are doing the same, kisses becoming so much more if that were possible. Our bodies, our minds, our hearts and our souls attempt to be one as the kiss reaches its climax.
We leave our lips pressed against each other, still not wanting to let go but knowing the moment is nearly over, even if the magic will remain, just a precursor to how the day will be.
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I do hold doors for women, I don't mind little public displays of affection, there are times when I'd rather just kiss or cuddle or both, as opposed to having sex or even playing around. I know that not every makeout session has to end in sex.
I know the difference between fucking and making love and understand when one or the other is going on.
I like showing who I'm with that I care, that I'm thinking about them and that she is almost always on my mind. And if she isn't, it isn't for long.
I don't think there's anything wrong with that, do you? 
And there you have it. That's how I want to treat that special someone.
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geena
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Sep 9 @ 2:25AM
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if he's the right one, my heart will tell me and everything follows.
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geena
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Sep 9 @ 2:26AM
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but when????????????  
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Sunshine79
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Sep 9 @ 8:20AM
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It sounds amazing.....I've only encountered one man in my life that treated me that way. That cared so much for me. That cared about me and showed it.
What you described was beautiful.
Right now, I'm invisable. Not appreciated. Not cared for and worn out by all the negativity.
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loveableone
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Sep 9 @ 9:07AM
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Yep, the whole thing sounds just about right! 
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casuallylooking
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Sep 9 @ 12:07PM
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Everyone deserves to have someone love them and appreciate them like this.....
I wish everyone could find that special someone who would love, appreciate and cherish them in such a way.
Everyday I know that I am truly one of the lucky ones. And I am extremely thankful for that. 
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