The Perfect Guy

Who is he? A question every girl starts asking herself as soons as she hits puberty. And it becomes more intense when she's had a series of failed relationships right after it. First, its the childhood crush, then comes 'the first love' and then its jumping from one guy to another just for the sake of having someone on your arm to live upto. But no matter how far in life one goes, you never come across THE perfect one. Given afcourse that a lot of guys might have had some qualities that you've been looking for, but they never (NEVER!) seem to be in one person altogether. Why is that?

Think about it.

College groups, online dating sites, blind dates, friends of friends, social sites. So many ways to find him. and still he remains anonyme. Is it some kinda twisted game of fate that God plays with us, or...is it us?

Definitely us.

Why, you ask? C'mon ladies, you dont really think 'the perfect one' exists, do you? I mean, its like conjuring up a dress in your mind, all with the cuts and the ruffles and the perfect color, and expecting to find it at the store right in front of you. Unh unh. So not possible. But what is possible is if you walk into the store in front of you, choose a dress that matches as close as possible to your conjured image, and make it the perfect one.

Makes sense?

And that is exactly how it works in the real world. Dont try to find the guy. Let him walk up to you when the time is right. Overlook his negativities and praise his positive qualities. Compromise your needs with him. Share your dreams and understand his. And most of all, believe in him and his love. And you have found 'the perfect one'. And no matter how many times a week (or day) you crazy fight him, at the end of the day, it all comes back to
bringing you even more closer to him.

What wierds me out is how people have a complete wrong concept of 'how to meet your perfect guy'. And i blame it all on the sad-ass romantics that is ever so popular with the young and beautifuls. No, you never bump into him in a library aisle and he helps with the fallen books. No you never look across a cafe and its love at first sight. No its never 'I hated you when i met you first but never realised it was love all along'. And NO, the guy is never perfectly handsome and tall with clean shave and deep brown eyes. Afcourse i would give anythinnggg to have a fairytale life where cinderalla found her prince charming ever so easily. But HELLO, welcome to the real world! (Sucks, i know)
Its been quite a while now, that i had a convo like such with a friend. But it got me thinking. And so it has has stuck for the past two posts. Falling in love is easy, its how-long-you-stick-together part that shows you the real status of your relationship.

Lucky me to have that one friend I can talk to anything about. *winks*