A/N: I always meant to mention it, but think I always forgot... thsi story actually has two components, or parts if you like, where the first part is teh whole 'getting there' and the second part of this story is what actually inspired me to this. Also, a bit of a very advanced warning, there will be in a few - two or three - chapters quite some cheesy parts waiting for you. I thought I'd mention it well in advance...

Penelope looked at Morgan for a moment, not sure she had heard him right.

"You want me to … tell you what to do to … get a girl?" she asked surprised, before correcting herself. "Sorry, to romance a girl?" she wondered whether she really understood him right. When she saw him nod she knew she apparently had. Not that it cleared any of her confusion.

"I … I don't understand," she finally admitted, wondering if maybe she had missed part of this conversation.

"Well, all the things I have done all these years, all I thought was doing me good has been the wrong approach, I guess. So … I think asking you to tell me what makes you go for a guy in the long-term would probably help me more than if I would just keep continuing the way I have been so far," Morgan explained at which Penelope still didn't look very convinced.

"I … um … you said there is a girl already who you think could be the right one?" she asked carefully.

"Yeah, kind of, but I guess I need to figure a few things out about her. You know, if she is interested and stuff like that."

"Oh please, who wouldn't be interested in you? You basically fulfill probably every single check on a checklist of 'perfect guy'," Penelope protested, but saw her best friend already holding up a hand.

"There are, believe it or not, occasionally a few rare examples of women who seem to be immune against my charm," he smiled at her at which she just laughed again.

"I'd like to meet just one of them," Penelope laughed skeptical, at which Morgan grinned even more at her.

"So… tell me, what does a guy have to do to get Penelope Garcia's attention and score eventually a first date?"

"You mean apart from making it past you for the second part?" she joked, seeing Morgan pout at her for a moment.

She went on "I … well… I guess he needs to stand out from the crowd. In a good way, you know? And he needs to be a nice guy. And…," she stopped all of a sudden. "I honestly don't know Morgan. Things like that just develop. You know? You can't say what makes you go for one guy but not for the other. I could say I would never go for a bad-ass guy and then I could go to the bar tonight and in walks exactly a bad-ass guy I feel immediately drawn to."

"But you need to know what you are looking for. What do you want in a guy?" Morgan asked rather confused.

"I honestly don't see what me telling you what I look for in a guy is helping you in any way with your mystery lady," Penelope muttered.

"Forget about my 'mystery lady' for a moment. I find it … strange that you don't seem to know what you want."

"I know what I want," Penelope protested quickly. "There is just a difference in knowing what you want and knowing what the possibilities are. Because… let's face it, Hot Stuff, the world isn't really overpopulated by gentlemen and Prince Charmings, but rather plenty of frogs and …um … dogs."

"O-kay, so …. let's assume the world would be an ideal place, what would you want from a guy?" Morgan asked and Penelope really started to wonder.

"What is it with your sudden obsession with me and what I want in a guy?" she asked curiously at which Morgan just smiled for a moment.

"I'm not obsessed with it. I just find it rather sad that you have expectations, but think there is no way any of these expectations will ever be met by anyone," Morgan explained in a low voice.

"I … um …" Penelope stammered for a moment, not sure how to reply, but Morgan was already repeating his question anyway.

"So in an ideal world … what would you want your guy to be like?"

She thought about it for a moment, realizing that she actually never really thought about it.

"Was Kevin Lynch close to what you wanted?" Morgan asked next, not waiting for her answer to his initial question. But then again he thought she was avoiding it anyway. He didn't think she actually had no answer to that question yet.

"No, Kevin Lynch was not the ideal version," Penelope laughed, at which Morgan got serious.

"So … why did you stay with him then?"

"Because, Hot Stuff, he was what I thought would be the best I could get. I don't live with my head in the clouds. I live in reality, and I know that people like me, who are far away from a model-look alike can't have a shot at her own little idea of ideal," she admitted.

"Okay, so if you could pick any guy in the world, from George Clooney to Brad Pitt – or whoever women are obsessed with nowadays – anyone, who would you pick?" Morgan asked next, making Penelope wonder where this would end, and what any of this had to do with his initial question on how a guy would score a date with her?

You pretty much fit the bill, Penelope thought to herself, but knew better than to say it out loud. "George Clooney sounds quite good to me. Or Hugh Jackman. Ryan Reynolds is kind of hot, too. But it probably would be more Hugh Jackman, since he is kinda my age and doesn't seem so opposed to the idea of getting married."

"Okay, now that we know the guy, what about qualities. What do you look for in a guy? If you could have it all, all you want and wish for, what would you want from your idea guy?"

Penelope thought about his question again for a while, and this time Morgan waited for her answer. It wasn't as if she never thought or wished that Kevin Lynch would have a certain quality, or would get rid of another, but it wasn't as if she ever sat down and thought about how a guy for her really should be.