So I’m lying in bed right now *get those kinky thoughts outta your head mister* and after watching the movie; a perfect man, and speaking to the guy who makes me smile like a 5 year old.. it got me thinking! *yes I can actually think once in a while*
The aged old question; What is the perfect man?
Is he defined by how rich he is? what color his skin is? what he looks like physically? if he comes from a good family? what job he does? how he spoils you like a princess?
Or is it more about the way he treats you? the way he makes you feel? the fact that he gives you butterflies just thinking about being with him? that fact that he loves you for you is more than enough for him to be deemed the perfect man?
I guess everyone has different expectations of the perfect man, just like men have the same thoughts about the perfect girl.
The way I see it is, perfection should not be deemed by how the person looks, but by how they treat you. Beauty fades away with age, all that is left in the end is wrinkles and saggy skin (unless you become best friends with a plastic surgeon!).
Real perfection is the way you feel while around them, the way he looks after you, the way he loves you, the fact that you miss him even when you’re talking to him, the fact that he pops into your head several times a day and you smile like an idiot, the fact that you want to do things to please him without hesitating but most of all the way he makes you feel like the only woman alive… that to me is perfection.
But you know what? there is no such thing as perfection! There are some people who brush aside those who they feel do not fit their “type” or they are not “perfect” enough just because they have flaws. The real beauty in life is seeing past those flaws, because everyone has flaws deep inside, and the guy you may have thought was the perfect one for you, could have a closet full of flaws itching to get out.
So there you have it, my wise thought on perfection in men, but hey… this can be used on women too! That hot model you lush over with the perfect boobs, waist and ass will fade over time and all that is left is photographs of what was… and most probably a brain full of marshmallows!
I’ll leave you now with one of my favourite quotes:
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly
~ Sam Keen