Last Time we had a story about a dream girl and many girls had their say on it and felt we were over-reaching and being unrealistic. If you missed it read it here http://bulejr.wordpress.com/2011/06/21/mcdreamy/
Its only fair that we have their own side of the story and allow them dream as well Right?
So I got my good friend @ukabah(who happened to be the most outspoken person on that post) to write the female response to McDREAMy.
So we all saw @bule_jr’s dream girl but as the name implies, she was only in his dreams.
My dream guy will be 6ft 4inches, well -built, not enough to scare people away but enough to look like Zeus; shirt-less.
He is handsome beyond words, with a sexy smile that starts with a little curve at the side of his mouth and slowly widens to display perfect teeth.
His laugh is magical and can make all my problems seem unimportant, his touch is gentle, his words always kind.
He speaks English, Espanol and Italian(ah bellisima!) fluently. He would have eyes that look into the soul, he would love, care and understand with all his heart.
He will always be there no matter what, he would give up the world for me, give his whole heart to me. He would know when I need him, just by looking at me, no need for words.
He would control my moods easily, when he kisses me, the world would cease to exist and only that moment would matter.
Ah! Could my eyes be deceiving me? He’s sitting right there in the corner at the restaurant. His hair slicked back so sexy, his suit looking like it was made on him, his hands smooth and nails well manicured.
His Italian shoes tapping gently to the music playing. This has to be him, he fits my description in every way, he is perfect! He had those eyes, the ones that just let me know he would be all I need and more.
Could he be waiting for someone?
Anger boiled inside me thinking about how a lady could keep a treasure like this waiting, if he were mine, I’d never let him out of my sight.
I watched patiently, thinking of what could possibly make good conversation between us, what excuse would I have to go over there?
Do I write a note and give to the waiter to take to him? Or do I go over and hope I don’t make a fool of myself.
Finally, I summon the courage and smooth down the skirt of my dress. Just as I get to my feet I see him; a much older man, coming straight for Mr Perfect’s table.
I relax…it’s not a girl after all, business meeting perhaps?
So perfect and hard-working…this is too good to be true. *sigh*
Still making my way over very slowly, I stop suddenly.
Why are they hugging tightly?
Why did the old man’s hands slightly run up Mr Perfect’s back?
And why when they sat down, were they still holding hands across the table?
And then it happened, the older one leaned across and kissed my Mr Perfect lightly on the lips.
Now it all made sense, what was I thinking?
So that’s that. I have to say thank you to the beautiful @ukabah for a very nice write up.
But again this is just a response for the guys to come and defend themselves after they felt battered last time around. :D
Are the girls over-reaching as well?
Are there really perfect Guys out there?
Does anybody’s dream spouse come true?
Feel free to share your comments about the perfect guy and whether its right for them to dream or they should just manage anything that comes our way.