My Perfect Girl

One of these days, I’ll find my perfect girl. I honestly believe that she’s out there somewhere, probably living out her life, waiting for me as I am waiting for her. One of these days, we’ll find each other, and I’ll be complete. I figure it’s good to think about her, and try to record it down somehow, so I can recognize her.

I hate to start with physicality, simply because it is the least important to me. However, it does follow logic to start with what she’ll look like, and it’s good to start with something simple. I guess I’d want her to have a good figure, sexually attractive at least. I’d like her to look sort of innocent too, pure almost. She’d have long red hair, (I wouldn’t care if she streaked it, just as long she didn’t mess around with the original color too much). A nice, deep auburn red, and freckles on both her cheeks. I’d like her to where glasses when she’s reading, rectangular ones that slip down her nose occasionally. Alright, enough of my infantile fantasizing. Moving right along.

As far as general personality goes (I’ll get more specific as I go along) I’d like her to be kind and compassionate. She must care for people, and do whatever she can to help others out whenever she can. I’d like her to be intelligent and knowledgeable, so I could have good, long discussions with her. However, I’d also like her to be playful and cheerful. Willing to lift me up when I get depressed, and willing to be comforted when she’s hurting. I’d like her to speak in a light, musical voice with a wide range that she’d use for dramatic effects. I’d want her laugh to be long and rich, and I’d want her to be able to understand the esoteric jokes I make, and, perhaps more importantly, make up her own. I’d want her to not feel awkward in social circumstances, and make me feel like I’m interesting when were out with mutual friends. She shouldn’t mind being taken care of. She should be honest, and make me feel like I can tell her everything (which I would). She wouldn’t mind me being strong and quiet sometimes, and at other times, comfort me when I’m at my weakest. I’d want her to be a fighter, that’d stand by me even when she’s not sure what the consequences will be. When we fight, I’d want her to be able to be completely open with her feelings towards me, and I’d also want her to call me out when I’m acting like a jackass. I’d want to be able to tell her that I love her whenever I needed to. I’d want her to be able to say the right things to make me feel better, and even when I can’t do the same for her, at least let her be able to understand that I’m doing everything I can to help her. I’d want to be ok with crying on me and pounding her fists against my chest in frustration when I fuck up big-time.

I’m in high school now, and there are many things that pertain to that I’d want her to be like. I wouldn’t want her to feel like I’m weighing her down, and know that it’s ok for her to have other friends. I’d want her to help me out with my homework, and to be ok with me helping her with hers. I’d want her to be ok with my dorky friends, and for her to know that she’ll always come first for me. I’d want her to be able to play video games with her and to be able to laugh together when she schools me at it. I’d want her to have her own distinctive sense of style and clothing, whatever it may be. I’d want her to be able to ignore mean things her friends say about me, but also, if something is bothering her, she should be comfortable talking to me about it.

Romance well, romance would be important. I’d want to be able to kiss her and have her taste sweeter than anything else. I’d want to be able to microwave some popcorn, cuddle together on a couch, and watch a great movie together. I’d want her to be crazy sometimes, and sensible at others. I’d want to be ok when I buy her a gift for her for no reason at all.

I can see how some of my expectations can seem pretty extreme to some people. After all, who am I to want the perfect girl? What makes me worthy? My answer to that is this; this is my perfect girl. She is the girl that would be perfect for me, and I would be perfect for. The way I see it, we all have someone like this, someone that will be perfect for us. The trick is to not get bogged down by those who seem perfect and first, and to not overlook those we may at first not even consider. Perhaps I’m being nieve. Perhaps she doesn’t even exist. But I’m still going to keep looking for her.

Author’s Note

Alright! I made it to the conclusion. A big “thank you” goes out to all my reviewers. They really helped me clearly define the theme of my essay. I am open to any suggestions, so please take a minute to review on you’re way out.