A/N: Many thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I heart y'ins guys!

Special thanks go to Gen for beta-ing this chapter for me! Also, she gave me the quote.

Additional A/N at the end.

Chapter 1: Cute

"Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense."
- Joseph Addison

Lindsay Monroe's Perfect Guy:

1. He must be cute.

Colt was cute. There was no denying that. He had those stereotypical, All-American good looks that made every girl in their high school swoon. The first day Lindsay saw him – the second day of ninth grade – she thought she might faint. His black hair was shaggy, and it fell in his eyes, which were the most piercing shade of green she had ever seen. He was tall and in good shape, and he walked with confidence. Every guy in school wanted to be him, and every girl in school wanted to be with him. He was "that guy."

Lindsay had always liked his arms. Colt had very nice arms. The hint of a bicep, giving the impression that he was strong and could protect her. She'd always wanted to thank their high school football coach for all the weight training he made his players do. He had really nice abs, too. And a cute butt. She used to think about his butt during gym class, when she and her girlfriends would watch the boys run. She and her friends would giggle and fantasize about what he might look like naked.

He looked good naked. She had to admit that. But that was the only pleasant memory she had about her first time. Those piercing green eyes she admired never once glanced at anything above her neck as soon as she'd stripped off the last of her clothes. She gripped his arms – those arms she loved – hard enough to bruise as he moved within her without any thought as to how small and tight she would be. She had hoped to feel those arms around her afterwards, but he collapsed on top of her and then rolled off and onto his side.

The problem with having the "it" guy as her boyfriend was that all the other girls wanted him, too. And he wasn't about to waste his time with just her. He had a new girlfriend by the end of school the next day, and Lindsay vowed that she would never again date a guy who fit the traditional standard of attractiveness.

Dexter was cute, but not in a traditional way. Lindsay always thought he would have been breathtaking if he had dressed more conservatively. He was tall and lanky. He shaved his head on both sides, but let his hair grow long so that he could spike it into a Mohawk. She thought his natural hair color was blond, but it was never blond. The first day Lindsay saw him – the first day of spring semester, sophomore year – it was bright green. His eyes were dark and soulful.

Lindsay had always liked his chest. He had a very nice chest. It wasn't nearly as defined as Colt's, but it was deceiving. She could feel the muscles jump beneath her fingers whenever they were together. The skin was smooth due to the absence of chest hair, and she used to pepper tiny kisses above his heart. He didn't have a cute butt. In fact, he didn't have much of a butt at all. Lindsay's sorority sisters used to say that he looked like a frog standing on two legs. One time, Lindsay watched him as he got dressed and realized with wide eyes that they were right.

He looked good naked, too. But his dark eyes got this controlling look in them whenever he looked at her, so she would focus on the tattoo on his arm whenever they were together. They weren't so much together as he possessed her. The chest that she loved so much would crush against her breasts until she almost couldn't breathe. She pushed against it until she left fingernail-shaped bruises, but that only seemed to encourage him.

The problem with having a boyfriend like Dexter was that he treated women like possessions, and he was a collector. It wasn't enough that he had her tripping over herself to please him, he had to add to his collection, so he moved on to one of her suitemates. Lindsay vowed that she would never again base her opinion of a guy on the way he looked.

Martin was cute in a nerdy kind of way. Lindsay compared Martin's level of attractiveness with Doogie Howser, or Arnold from "Head of the Class." They had that kind of inner beauty that wasn't obvious at the outset. Martin was tall and skinny. His arms were spindly, and he had chicken legs. The first day she saw him – her first day as a CSI – she thought he looked like one of the dogwood trees in her parents' front yard. His teeth were slightly too big, and his hair looked like his mother had cut it for him – in the dark. But he had the most beautiful brown eyes that were the color of chocolate.

Lindsay had always liked his smile. He had a gorgeous smile, even with his too-big teeth. And when he was really happy, those beautiful brown eyes would light up. Unfortunately, there wasn't much else about him that she did like. She knew it was shallow, but she wasn't attracted to him – physically. His arms were sticks, his chest was bony, and he didn't have a cute butt, either. The other CSIs used to joke that she better hold on to him during the windstorms because otherwise he would blow away.

He didn't look good naked. He looked skinny and bony and awkward, and it took an extraordinary amount of self-control not to giggle whenever he undressed. He didn't have enough upper body strength to hold himself up off of her whenever he was on top, so she had to be on top most of the time. But whenever she was on top, she couldn't help but notice just how big his teeth really were, and just how bad his haircut really was.

The problem with not being physically attracted to a guy was that it seeped into the rest of the relationship. It didn't matter how kind and tender and caring Martin was. She honestly could not be with a man that she didn't find attractive. So when Martin proposed, she told him that she couldn't marry him. She vowed that she needed to find a man who was attractive and attentive, and eventually she transferred to New York.

Danny wasn't cute. He was hot. Damn hot. The kind of smokin' hot that meant she had to take a cold shower after shifts whenever they drew the same case. He had deep blue eyes, and normally blue eyes didn't smolder, but his did. He got this glint in his eyes whenever he looked at her, and he looked at her a lot. His blond hair was spiky in that messy way that made him look like he had just rolled out of bed. He probably spent longer on his hair than she did on hers. The first day she saw him – her second day in New York – she thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. No doubt about it, the boy was fine. And he knew it, too.

Lindsay loved his arms. Arms had always been "her" feature – the body part of the opposite sex that she noticed first. They were like Colt's, only better, more defined. When Colt made a muscle, she had to feel his bicep to know it was there. Danny just had to brace his arms on the table and lean forward for her to know he had biceps. It was like getting punched in the face. She loved his accent. Even though she hated that he always called her "Montana," she loved the way he said it – the way he pronounced the "a" sound and how she had to strain to hear the "n".

And there was no denying that he had a cute butt. She had never really been one for staring at a guy's ass, but she couldn't help it with Danny. He delighted in torturing her. Why else would he wear those pants that were just tight enough to be tantalizing yet not tight enough to actually reveal anything. But she would catch herself staring sometimes when he walked past her to get results, or when he left the office to go out on a case. She hated herself for it, but damn… He had a cute ass.

What she really hated was the fact that she often sat at her desk, or on her couch, or in her bed, wondering what he looked like naked. The tight T-shirts that he wore gave her a perfect view of how defined his chest muscles were. He probably had great abs. She wondered what his arms would feel like around her, what his weight would feel like on top of her. And when she caught herself wondering, she would shake her head to clear the images. Then she would need to find a way to relieve the pressure that always settled in her pelvis.

She vowed that she would not fall in love with Danny Messer.

A/N: Okay, here is the deal. Each chapter is going to focus on a separate attribute of Lindsay's list. But, the only problem is, I need some help compiling it! Think back to when you were 10 (easier for some than others) and try and remember what you would have wanted in your perfect guy. I very much appreciate any help anyone can offer me. I have a list going, but I want to see what y'ins think.

Any that were mentioned in the previous chapter do not count, as I will already be using them.