A while back at a Buffalo Wild Wings, I learned the definition of the perfect woman.
Two men, I would put at 22 or 23 years old, were sitting at the table next to us.They had clearly been there a while, their food was gone, beers were near empty and they had made themselves pretty comfortable at their high-top. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop when I heard them discussing girl troubles and one man, the most chatty, started questioning if the perfect woman was really out there.
Hearing that one would think, "He’s a man who has been through many relationships and is trying to find someone compatible for him." Instead I heard him attempt to create a woman at Build-a-Bear workshop:
“Some one who likes sports. Super hot. Super awesome. Likes to party. Hot body. Likes your friends…”
He went on to list ten things total, counting them on his fingers. I laughed to myself, and not just at the fact that liking sports was on the list. I sat there with my husband who is perfect for me in every way and tried to remember my perfect man wish list.
That list included things like must like the same music as me, must play guitar, sarcastic sense of humor, loves going to concerts and traveling, etc. The list could go on and on. I looked at my husband and started to check off how many “requirements” he fit and surprisingly enough, not very many.
But how is that possible? How could I have married someone who was so far from my definition of perfect? How could I be with someone who, on paper, isn't compatible with me at all?
I fell in love with all of the little things that my husband didn’t even realize he was doing. His sweet looks at me across the table at a restaurant, the way he laughs until tears run down his face at something I don't find any humor in, the way he starts smiling when he’s trying to be serious or tease me. He hates the music I listen to, he’s never played guitar, our senses of humor are totally different and yet I still find him absolutely perfect.
Moral of the story, don’t get caught up on the list of requirements your perfect person must meet because the majority of them won't matter. We often end up with someone completely unexpected. If they're the one, they’ll be perfect.
