Saturday, 30 July 2011

Love Letters; The Perfect Guy.

It's a question that's probably been through every single one of our minds, at least once. What do we want? What do we define as perfect? Because that's what we all want, right? This, Mr Perfect. But before now, to me the perfect man was somebody who was absolutely gorgeous. Think Liam Hemsworth, or Channing Tatum. That perfectly sculpted physique, the strong jawline, and manly persona. He'd be successful, and have a good career. Maybe a lawyer, or a banker. He'd be generous, and spoil me like nobody has done before. He wouldn't bat an eyelid about surprising me with those dream LouBoutin suede boots, and the £8,000 Tiffany engagement ring I've dreamed about for years? He wouldn't think of getting me any other ring.

I don't know whether its to do with maturing, or just reality, but those things all seem so shallow and superficial to me now. Sure, having serious eye candy on your arm is never a bad thing, but it's not the most important thing. And whether he works as a lawyer, or a farmer, it doesn't matter to me, anymore. When I meet my perfect guy, I just hope that he's kind, without being a pushover. I want him to have a sense of humour and laugh when I'm dancing round the living room in my underwear. Not look at me like I've grown another head. I hope that he encourages every single dream of mine, even if every other person is against them. I want him to be romantic enough that he realises love isn't just about materialistic gifts. Home cooked meals, handwritten letters, and being together on the sofa watching films is more than enough.

I want somebody who doesn't feel compelled to seek satisfaction from jealously. He'll make me feel like I'm good enough for him, because he believes that. He won't judge me by how I dress, or what colour I decide to dye my hair, because those small things in life aren't important. I'll trust him without hesitation because I'll know he's always going to be there for me.

And above all, I want somebody who will be there for me. When I'm crying and I don't look my most attractive, he'll just kiss away those tears with concern, and love. And when I'm fueled by PMS, and I'm angry at the world, he'll be patient with me. And when I am grumpy, he'll realise that humor is the best way to bring me round, and here he'll be, making jokes so unfunny that I'm laughing.

And that right there is perfection.


  1. I loved this. I think you speak for the majority of the worlds female population. Great thoughtful piece. X

  2. Its always nice to know your words have been read, so for that, thank you :) xx