Girls like to muse about the qualities their dream man will exhibit. Maybe he'll be a humanitarian, bringing light into dim huts in faraway lands. Maybe he'll be great with kids, rolling around in the dirt, mud stains on his Dockers be damned. Maybe he'll take Thai cooking classes, learn how to make his own compost pile and/or start yoga to better himself. These are all noble things.
But, not me. I don't need a model citizen who pays his taxes on time and can speak three languages. My dream guy will hate someone for me on command. I will snarl, "I hate him!" and my dream man will say, "Well then, I hate him too." Boom! No argument, no reasons given; he will just hate someone because I hate him. And, I do have my reasons for hating someone. They might be irrational or immature, but there are definitely reasons. And, he will accept it and share in my hatred, like a true love should.
Conversely, I can't stand when a guy tries to convince me that I shouldn't hate someone. "Oh, she's not that bad," he'll counter. "You should really give her a chance." Fuck that! It's fun to hate people together. It's how we'll bond. By denying me that bond, now I just feel alienated and petty. There is clearly a wedge between us. An unsexy, too nice, too polite wedge with him on one side and mean ol' me on the other.
Yup, forget chocolates, flowers, and love letters. Screw sweet texts, blown kisses, and held hands. I know a man really loves me when he'll hate someone only because I hate them, no questions asked.