My perfect man

By RENEE MURRAY
Published September 22, 2009

He is tall, dark and handsome. But that is not the main reason my heart beats for him – I am not a man; men go by what they see. Since am a woman, the perfectly trimmed moustache, dark chocolate complexion, large sexy eyes, broad shoulders, tall height and even his ‘six pack’ have very little to do with my feelings for him.

He is sweet, kind and very considerate. This man takes me seriously, and never makes a decision without consulting me, because he knows that I am not just a pretty face. He understands that I have a mind that functions very well, and that thoughts run through this mind of mine too, since it was not made by my creator for storing cobwebs. He acknowledges that I might not agree with him on everything, and is willing to listen and look at things from my point of view.

He enjoys spoiling me and does not expect anything in return; my happiness is all he seeks. He listens when I talk and stops whatever he is doing, just to pay me the attention I need. He goes out of his way to keep the spark of our relationship alive. Whenever we are going out together, and we do this a lot, he is always ready way before I am. When this happens, he waits patiently as I grapple with the right choice of clothes to wear. Thirty minutes later, when I have found the perfect outfit, I have to find shoes to match. He appreciates that a good dress is nothing without matching shoes, and so does not fidget impatiently or yell on top of his voice, as I go through my 30 pairs of shoes trying to find the perfect match for my outfit.

An hour or so later, when we are on our way, he always makes a point of complementing me on how beautiful I look, overlooking the time I took to prepare. In fact once he told me, and I quote him: “Honey, you look smashing. Though we are a bit late for dinner, it was worth the wait. I feel very lucky to be with the most gorgeous woman to ever walk the face of the earth.” How could I not blush at such sweet words said so sincerely? I can tell that he is speaking from his heart. That’s another thing that endears me to him-the fact that he does not just say things for the sake of ending an argument or avoiding one. He speaks his mind and is very thoughtful and sensitive about my feelings.

He always opens the car door for me to get in and makes sure that I am comfortably seated before he closes it. He pulls out chairs, ensures that I walk ahead of him and never ever allows me to carry heavy stuff when he is around. Even my handbag somehow ends up in his hands sometimes! He is such a darling, this perfect man of mine.

He gets the fact that there are some days I may feel blue and other days I may feel over the moon. He does not complain when after a record 10 minutes, I have changed my mind five times. He realizes that as a woman, changing my mind is as natural as breathing. He is not surprised when one minute I am laughing and the next, I am crying my heart and eyes out. He notices that there are times when I need to be quiet and will not utter a word, and other times, I will not keep my mouth shut-albeit just briefly to catch a breath.

My man understands why I get mad at the lady who wears a dress similar to mine in the same party. He knows that when it comes to dressing, I need to stand out from the rest in order to feel beautiful. He satisfies my need for approval by complementing me a couple of times a day, because I have put so much energy into looking good for him, and most importantly for myself.

This perfect man of mine discerns why after five years, I still have not forgotten what he did to hurt my feelings. I forgave him yes, but I have not forgotten. He is aware that in a bid to protect myself from future heartbreak and emotional turmoil, my mind keeps taking me back to that day when he said or did something stupid that made me hurt so deeply.

He sees that when I am hurt, I bleed inside. That I bruise easily due to the fact that I am tender, soft and very fragile. For this, he handles me with extreme care and gentleness. To him, I am the epitome of beauty, class and elegance. That is why I will never catch him staring at another woman for an uncomfortable one minute, going behind my back and having affairs with other women, or even talking to the ‘boys’ about our intimate affairs. He respects me, and I love him for that.

My man is intelligent and tickles my funny bones when I’m down. He perceives my ‘no’ to mean ‘no’ and my ‘yes’ to mean ‘yes’. His intelligence will not allow him to explain away anything he does not understand about me as PMS.

He embraces the complexity, uniqueness and unfathomable nature of women, that makes us such intriguing and very interesting human beings. He knows that our mystique sets us apart from other mundane creations that can be read like a book, and that it takes a lot of years of patience to finally understand how to get along with us.

He does not have a big ego and therefore does not imagine for one minute that this article is about him, because it is not.

He loves, he understands, he cares and amazingly, he knows.

When I find him, I will let all of you know his name – My ‘Mr. Perfect’

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