A Perfect ....Man or Mind ?? (just decide in the end after reading)

This story is inspired by true events !!!!

With deep exhale... and moment of gasping an air...we all dream (not lesbians, they have totally different way of thinking) about the perfect man.
Every day on our way to (just pick 1 – work / gym / date / drinking / or walk of shame) we look around and hope to find a perfection... And usually there is no luck...at least what comes to men (everything else we could find – nice pair of shoes, a favorite bottle of wine or a random person to have a sex) and so on.

But sometimes (just sometimes, it wont happen so fast.. its almost like miracle) when we have more luck than a whore has in casino, we meet the perfect man. At least for that moment... Cos we make it perfect in our very sickest delusion...


***The moment has arrived ! It´s time to announce who is the next.... Bla bla bla.. A dramatic moment !! (I am original enough, so I don´t need some Tyra/Heidi / Kaja/ Mihkel celebrity judge catch phrase moment here)***

.. Back to original story.The moment has arrived ....Anyway on the moment we have saw the man suddenly we know HE IS THE ONE... we have this pre-orgasmic feeling when we are about scream of pleasure and our body is on the edge:
So the man – perfect dark brown eyes, hair – he has it all where it needs to be (in here the rule – hairy=masculine, wont work so much, but just a little bit), body – not photo-shopped on this Efron-Gosling-Reynolds way and looks real enough, style – somewhere between Beckham and Pitt, car - could be better, bank account – look last answer...**

So it looks like a good catch. On that point we don´t think is he in relationship, does he have an extra luggage (read children or obsessive ex) or how mentally stable he is... In our mind he is perfect (like the same way every woman thinks/dreams they will marry with these Hollywood hunks and in reality end up with McDonalds drive-in cashier) We have created a perfect man only based by his look and his cheap Opel. And this took us only like 5.seconds... and we even haven´t talk to him, and not knowing his name..

On our way home, the sick but tempting and pleasing fantasy game continues... we know, that he is the right man (without knowing anything – OMG, so Mr.Big moment from the SATC )...
***we dream about the first date, the way he looks at me, they way he understands (and in our dreams the perfect man ALWAYS LISTENS and UNDERSTANDS )
***and then about the first sex... ( it is better than every romantic-hot sex-scene or a porno clip we have felt or seen on your on skin)...
***there is no fighting ever(maybe when its only the role -play)...
***And how we do everything together and become one big WE > we do this, we go there, we love it, we look like same and so on

***already we can see how we buy a house (straight version) or a roof-top-studio-flat (gay version) and decorating it... baby room, garage, living room and so on (straight version), gift wrapping room, leather walls and strip-pole and a dark-bondage room(gay version). All the great friends who are invited to party / orgy....


Oh, what creative mind we have :) Its bigger talent than Meryl Streep (our brain needs at least 5 Oscars and walk of fame star)


Yes, we have created a perfect man. But we actually don´t know how it really is... So we starting to chase a dream.. Every time we see the guy, we try to make a move on him, but still no answer. On these moments the obsession only grows bigger and fantasy about him as well... Not to show desperation out, in one point we just try to be cool but still to get closer......... And then it happens, when we are not ready (it means, don´t look good, a little bit drunk and just came from toilet) run into him... we look into his eyes and lose everything, not able to talk, smile or ... just feel embarrassed to look like Tara Reid after walk of shame from prison.

After moment of silence, we start to talk to perfect man........ then reality kicks in.. He is name is not so masculine, more than old-school grand-father name.. His last name... oh no, I am so keeping my own last name after wedding... Of course we have to try have sex.... and disappointment grows.. he lives with friends outside the city, the Opel is borrowed from friend. Should I continue ?

Next morning on our walk of shame from our "Perfect man´s" home(on that day everyone we know walks by and has a need to chat... why God is punishing like this) we understand, it was just a dream about perfect man... And by the time we are at home, the illusion about this dream is gone, but the itch is still there, even he wasn´t the right... The itch is all about that we have an idea how our Perfect man should look like and what we are expecting...

This itch doesn´t need a cream to calm it down. The medicine for that is – a PERFECT MAN

"A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection"
Chuck Palahniuk