“You’re looking for the perfect man and you won’t find him” said my mother
“No not perfect, near perfect” quipped the daughter.
As a frivolous 16-year-old, I was confident that I would find the right man. What I didn’t realize is that at 16 you look for a MAN!. Things like compatibility, attraction, career, sense of humour and long-term benefits don’t cross your mind. 5 years later as an ambitious wisecrack I realize that I not only need a man but also someone who fits my description of the near perfect guy. As every year slowly passes along my chase keeps getting harder, my heart is giving up hope and my insides are getting desperate. But I will not fall into this desperate status. I will trudge hoping he’d come along. If not, well then I’ll try to become a successful single old aunt (I’m glad my brother is married and on his way producing nieces and nephews)
Am I expecting too much of this poor man who might come along? According to my well-meaning mother I am but according to the average intelligent daughter I think not. Let me state my criteria of the near perfect man.
I thrive on witty banter and intelligent conversation. The need to constantly try and come up with something smart keeps the conversations from getting stale. Plus who doesn’t love a good laugh. Heated arguments on controversial topics have an extreme effect on me. They flush my cheeks, make me take a defensive stance and I’ll probably attack either verbally or physically. Its great fun and I love those moments and if the guy is really good it only makes everything so much more interesting.
Height plays a tall role in my relationships. I can’t and will not marry a man shorter than me. I want to feel safe in his arms and protected and somehow short men don’t seem to have that sense of security.
I don’t want him to be just out of school or irresponsible. He needs to have a sensible day job. He doesn’t have to be extremely successful but I need to know that he’s stable and won’t decide to quit his job after we’re married with 4 kids. So being responsible is a must.
He should find doing stuff ‘out of the blue’ fun. Spontaneous and carefree are words I would use to describe my near perfect man. A relaxed easygoing manner like mine always puts everyone at ease.
He doesn’t have to be good looking although good-looking is a plus. I need to find him attractive. I’ve always found guys with a mop of thick longish hair and a great ‘flash’ smile attractive. A sense of mystery takes attractiveness to another level (wink).
I like a man who could teach me a thing or two, things I don’t already know. For instance I got into the whole rock band mentality/jazz and a number of other things because my ex rock band boyfriend introduced me to a world that I would have otherwise not known. Then my love for cricket all began when Gypsy Boy made me fall in love with the game simply because he used to play for a team. Basically variety is a must. The more cards you pull out of the bag the more you’re gonna get from me.
Men with a good dress sense never fail to impress me. If they have an opinion about art, interior design and anything creative then I’ve got my hands on them. I actually like men who are creative like duh and the best ones I feel are the ones who are not in any creative field, they are rare finds but not impossible to find.
This is the last one. I love a man who can dance. I love to dance and I would be quite disappointed if my man didn’t. Besides you know what they say about men who are great dancers don’t you?
So am I asking for too much?
. Well this drastic topic was provoked by a similar caption in the Vogue magazine (yes I’m a faithful reader of the VOGUE) which after much deliberation was read by an overeager me. The article had a lot of brand names that could be utilized when some poor girl goes to ‘meet the parents’. Unfortunately since I live in Sri Lanka and don’t care too much for brand names (but, Body Shop rocks) I decided to reveal all in my blog about what I think is the perfect way to meet the parents.
