what is perfect?

I learn on the 100% Perfect Girl. I have been searching on it; Mo told me Haruki Marakami is a boring writer even though he is a lecturer in the US. But to my surprise, I came across  YouTube , its fantastic! Its about a man and woman who are soul mates. But when they doubt their connection for a moment and decide not to act on it, they lose each other forever.  His work has its own art value and yes, I realize I am not the 100% Perfect Girl.

“It’s difficult to describe beauty when your ideas of it hopefully changes every two minutes”, same goes to perfection.  I might meet a handsome tall guy in a boardroom while having business meeting, yet to my speechless he is sick battling with cancer. I might bump into a cute guy while getting my grocery but not to my knowledge he is not a family oriented person. I might get hit by a car while driving, and thinks the guy is a useless bastard but to my not knowing he is the prince charming. I might attend a cocktail party, meet a boy and thinks he is the one, but to my stubbornness he is a sweet talker. In any situation, nothing is perfect. There is no existence of a perfect person.

So what if the guy I think is perfect… 

Is not driving a Beamer?

Is not a London School of Economics and Political Science or Wharton Business School graduates?

Is not wearing designer clothes?

Doesn’t have sweet words to write me a poem?

What is perfect… That he could tolerate my nonsense.

He would be mad at me for spending the afternoon shopping yet offer me a foot massage in the evening.

He wouldn’t mind to stay in watch the series re-run when my menstrual cycle comes. Plus making me delicious healthy salad for dinner.

He is patience enough to listen to me mumbling on random thoughts, even though he knows sometime it doesn’t make any sense.

He pays attention to details. He would make effort to acknowledge and appreciate me as M, not as the partner or girlfriend.

With luck, the idea of perfect stops you in your tracks for just a few seconds and let you dream a little bit. That I think is perfect all about. Therefore, there is a perfect guy for me in my own perfection description. He could be across the street getting newspaper. He could be the guy I met at the last cocktail party but I make no notice of him. He could be one of my friends. He could be the guy I admired, but no courage of persuading.

Just like beauty, perfection is in the eye of the beholder. I might meet him at a bar. I might get to know him.  I might like his idea of determination and discipline. I might fall in love.  I might walk out because I think he needed the space. I might not be the person I am because I wanted things to be perfect. But knowing nothing is perfect, the scene I created is perfect it self.

p/s: I need a men who wants to rip my clothes off, feed me pizza, then have stimulating, intelligent conversation.