I’ve blogged recently about finding the perfect man; the kind of guy who makes you weak at the knees, instigates butterflies in your stomach and does his own ironing.
Does that kind of guy exist? If he does, he’s a pretty rare breed.
In fact, breeders would probably make a fortune by mating him to create a super species of man…
Now that’s an idea!
I’ve come to the conclusion recently, though, that perfection is a myth. It’s a fallacy designed to make us unhappy with our lot – and when you stop to think about it, this makes a lot of sense.
Imagine if you weren’t bombarded with the usual messages about finding “the one”. Y’know, someone who’s “perfect” for you.
What if it’s all a load of rubbish?
Would this shatter thousands of businesses around the world who are trading on the premise that there is a perfect mate for everyone?
Don’t get me wrong, I believe there IS someone for everyone – but as for them being perfect? No way!
I’m still on the hunt for my ideal man, even though I know he doesn’t exist. I’ve even given myself a makeover, invested in some natural shampoo to enhance my unruly mop and bought myself a whole batch of new makeup.
Who knows if it’ll work but I’ll keep on trying!
I’ll keep you updated.