Someday, whether it be five days, six years or 11 and a half months – I will meet the man I am supposed to marry. Just to clear things up before we get too deep in the article, the answer is yes. My husband will indeed be a Ryan Gosling look-a-like with an infinite amount of money to spend on me and all of the horses he bought me that one time we took our jet to Italy. Okay, maybe this isn’t entirely realistic, but a girl has got to dream. So, to whomever you are, here are a few things that should make being my future other half smooth sailing.

When my mom asks you if you want her to knit something just say, "Yes." Absolutely nothing will happen if you say “no,” but knitting is something my mom loves. It makes her happy (and it makes me happy when she is happy) to knit and do things for other people. So, say, “Yes,” and don’t forget to throw on those mittens and scarves when we visit with my family.

Make sure to get your sleep because I will exhaust you. I will exhaust you in the best and worst ways possible. I will exhaust you with the number of times I need to play the same songs that are stuck in my head. I will exhaust you with my undiagnosed OCD. I will exhaust with my impressively high energy levels in the morning. I will exhaust you with my cravings for fun and adventure. I will exhaust you with laughter. I will exhaust you with how much I push you to be the best version of yourself. I will exhaust you with my love for you.

Keep chocolate around. In your wallet, jacket pocket, rain coat pocket, backpack, briefcase, little carved out part of a book. Whatever you do, keep chocolate around. Chocolate is my answer to anything and everything. Lost? Hungry? Tired? Stressed? Bored? Can’t decide what to watch on Netflix? Writing a grocery list? Getting the mail? Chocolate will always do the trick.

Keep wine around. (see Keep chocolate around)

Whatever you do, do not let me become a "Real Housewife." I’ll be quite persistent about this one. I have always told myself that, if given the chance to be a NeNe Leakes, Caroline Manzo or Heather Dubrow, I’d take it in a heartbeat. So, if the opportunity comes my way, you’ll need to stop me because realistically, it will probably be one of the worst of decisions I’ll make. Even if I have already picked my tag line, (“Yes, I have always been this pretty”), even if I have already selected my signature drink for every time I go out with the other housewives and even if I have already bragged to all my friends, just don’t let it happen.

Become friends with my best friend. Let’s be real. My best friend is my girl. My best friend is the one who I’ll be venting to when you do something stupid. My best friend should be your friend because she is important to me and will be around for all the major things in my life just like you. Now, I’m not saying you need to make friendship bracelets or anything. I’m just saying I want you to at least be cool with each other. After all, she is my homegirl, and you’ll be my homeboy; it only makes sense. Don’t worry, she is the actual best.

Pay attention to the type of father my dad is. My dad is one of the most important people in my life and undoubtedly the most wonderful father in the world. Endless love and support, always putting his family before himself and will do just about anything he can if it means putting a smile on my face. When we have our three kids – two boys and one little girl – I will hope for you to be the type of father mine has been to me and my bothers.