I don't think he would be particularly indie necessarily, assuming I actually know what that is, but I would probably like a dude like every guy I've ever liked rolled into one, except without the bad parts. He wouldn't be overly sensitive and he wouldn't read too much into the things I said when they come out wrong. He wouldn't be emotionally manipulative or bitchy or passive aggressive, but he would be considerate of other people and know, or at least be able to postulate a good guess, what a mile in their shoes felt like. He would know all the words to his favourite songs, even if he couldn't sing, and he would love to sit and get lost in his music as much as I like to with mine. He would understand how much I like to sleep and laze around, even if he didn't like to, and we would do trades: I do his laundry if he cooks and mostly does dishes. He would be an okay dancer. He would love to take things apart and tinker with them, and help me understand things when my spatial reasoning fails me. He would be rational enough to not drive me crazy and irrational enough to give me perspective and open my eyes. He might prefer cats or dogs, but not hate either, and would not be afraid of horses or snakes or spiders. He would kill all the roaches and empty the sink traps and unclog the shower drain just because. He would remember how I have to operate and roll with the punches when I get overwhelmed and ridiculous. He would be opinionated and stubborn and funny and insightful and self-aware, like dorky things like D&D and video games, and wouldn't feel he had to compensate for anything because he would be comfortable, if not happy, with who he was. He would let me play dress up without laughing at me, and would help me decide whether to go to the islands or the mountains or the park this weekend, because he would like them all. He wouldn't take me for granted, too much, and would always shower before he ever got to smell too bad. He would turn the alarm clock off and lay around in bed with me on rainy saturdays, and would not like Blade Runner one little bit. He would laugh at how my hair tries to strangle him at night and realise what was happening when I start to get depressed. I guess he would have darker hair, because I have always gone for brunettes, and would have pretty eyes. He would probably be a little taller than me I guess, although I don't really care, and he would have a really nice butt.