Same, NA. My tastes in actual men are vastly different from my tastes in fictional men.
Let us take the love of my life, Barrons, for example.
I would kill that motherfucker over and over for the sheer joy of it. He's always in a bitch mood, he apparently can't get turned on unless he's been fighting with you, he doesn't have to sleep, and he has a permanent erection.
All these factors indicate to me that fucking Barrons would not fall in line with my preferences, which is sportfucking followed immediately by attacking my DVR backlog. Never sleeps? Permanent enormous erection? That alone would be absolutely unbearable IRL. He would probably also have opinions on things that would differ from my own and would go to the mat for all of them, and this aggression will not stand, man. Additionally, he has secrets, and that is not allowed. If there is anything I require from a man, it is to *know him*. I don't care for mysterious men IRL. I like someone who will subject himself to basically having a psychological autopsy performed on him while he is still alive. I want to know him.
But in fiction he's totes my boyfriend.
[This message edited by ladyvorkosigan at 4:01 AM, April 19th (Tuesday)]