Perfect Man

Every woman has a dream man.
Whether they are willing to admit it or not, in the deep recesses of the mind where all fantasies live, each woman has created their perfect man. Probably all women after Eve, while staring at their ceiling trying to fall asleep at night, dreamed up the guy who would be “the one” for them.
It’s a rather humiliating thing to admit, one’s dream man. But let’s fact it, we’ve all got one. And every reasonable woman has had one. Your mother, your sister, and -if it applies- even your wife. The dream man may change with time, but he always exists. The exact formula for the dream man changes from girl to girl but, through it all, he is still there.
Being in college, I have had a lot of experience in hearing women’s requests. Perhaps I should sell this on the internet and make a fortune helping lonely young men catch a girl. And what do all these girls want? Personality, looks, and security.
Almost every girl I have spoken to wants a man with a great sense of humor and a romantic streak. Most want good looks and big arms. Eyes are very big, windows to the soul. Money and good health are very important. As my roommate puts it: It goes back to cavemen times, you wanted a man who can bring down a mastodon.
I have discovered through the many conversations that the single female part of the species has had, the recipe for my perfect man. One part Robin Hood, one part Mr. Knightly, one part MacGyver, one part Weird Al and one part Daniel Jackson. That’s right; my fictional man is comprised completely of fictional men. I want a man who can teach me skills, has a sense of humor, fun to argue with, appropriately sensitive, intelligent, knowledgeable, clever, British if he can possibly help it, and handy to have around in a tough situation. On top of all this he should be able to sing, ballroom dance, own a really nice long coat, be able to survive my brothers and be willing to tell me that I am a wonderful worthwhile individual.
No wonder I’m single.
I was told about a t-shirt being sold at a Jane Austin fan website. The shirt said “I blame Jane, and I’m sure she blames herself”. Meaning, it’s her fault that we are expecting a Mr. Darcy to turn up. Good luck with that! As most girls know, Jane Austin created some of the very best fantasy men of all time. Every time Pride and Prejudice is watched in our household, it takes days to get out of the “lack of regency hero” slump. But we can’t blame fiction for all our fantasy woes.
When it comes down to it, women spend a lot of time dreaming about their fantasy man. The man who is going to signify that their life has begun, the man who is going to make all of their dreams come true, the love of their life, their soul mate, blah di blah di blah!
We know what we want. When it comes to that, we’ve got ideas in spades. But what about what we have? I could go into a deep philosophical discussion of how to find the perfect man, we ourselves need to be perfect, but I’ll forgo that dialogue for now.
Instead I will say this: All women from Eve on down have created their perfect man, but how many of them actually marry that man? I’m going to guess that the number is pretty low. But there are many people who find each other and are truly happy. If we spend our lives looking for perfection, we aren’t going to find it. But if we look for what feels right- in any situation- we’re going to be happy.
Men aren’t perfect. That’s what makes them men. Women aren’t perfect. That’s what makes them think they are going to find that perfect man. We are all just people. But I hear, when everything works out, every person has the chance to become someone’s fantasy. Perfection doesn’t exist. But love does. All I can say is: good luck.