The perfect man. Is there such a man?
I don’t think anyone is perfect, especially not me.
I would like to change the quote above and say, “someone who goes with me.”
Finding your perfect partner is about so many variables.
Firstly, we have to be clear, we most likely won’t find a perfect match and even one that might have seemed “perfect” can turn up a little imperfect after time.
Relationships are oftentimes about managing expectations. That’s where it gets tough.
We make presumptions (whether we know it or not) and assume the other person is on the same page. This is where we can get horribly out of step. Communication is the key to managing expectations and removing the question marks between two people; as we are well aware communication is one of the hardest tools to master.
If we could talk as openly between each other as we think in our minds then imagine the wires that wouldn’t cross and the games that might not get played. Alternatively, there may be too much honesty? Good communication comes with measures of truth and diplomacy.
The “someone who goes with me” is all about finding the balance.
Finding the one who makes “me” a better version of who I am is the “perfect” man. One who accepts me for me and forgives my eccentricities and loves me more for them.
The same can be said of friendship.
Great friends are made when the relationship results in feeling the best we can. When our best selves are in action, nothing can stop us and the friendships strengthen and grow deeper. ‘Non-perfect’ is when friendships make us feel negative about ourselves. I think we have all experienced those kinds of friendships and I believe we are of an age when we know better.
Who is the perfect man? Someone who goes with me needs to get me.
He needs to share my love of beauty, understand my passion for fashion and be patient when I re-arrange and change my mind over the small and the big things. He must share my love of all things French and forgive my uselessness when it comes to all things scientific. He must enjoy a romantic comedy and luxurious hours spent reading. Of course, he would comprehend my over zealous affair with the internet and identify with my inquisitiveness when it comes to the digital world. It’s an optional extra if he wants to indulge me and share my desire to learn multiple languages. It goes without saying he adores flowers and knows which ones go and which ones don’t.
On a more serious note, he is generous with his time, honest, patient and kind and most of all because he “gets” me he makes me a smarter, stronger, more courageous, funnier and happier woman.
Perfect most of all means the forgiveness of imperfections in another.
That is my perfect man.
I know you know what I am talking about. xv
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