Over the weekend a couple of my friends dictated to me their unique tailor-made, ironclad checklists which state plainly and simply what they’re looking for in a guy:
1) Must have a professional city job and above average salary
2) Must be of an athletic build and be above 6ft tall
3) Must be into travelling
4) Must NOT live with parents
5) Must have nice eyes and good teeth
6) Must NOT be too hairy
7) Must be able to balance a plate of oranges on his head, hands tied behind his back whilst singing the British national anthem and feeding my friends seedless grapes (ok, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration)
I’m completely in favour of having standards, but seriously? Sometimes it seems like their requirements are endless and even with over 3 billion men in the world, I wonder whether such a Mr Perfect actually exists? When it comes to me, to be completely honest I’ve never sat down and properly compiled such a mental checklist.
Yes, you could say that aesthetically I have a ‘type’, but having met enough guys who I’ve been physically attracted to but not felt much of a connection with/ haven’t trusted as far as I could throw them, I’ve learnt that looks aren’t the be-all and end-all. Now that doesn’t mean that I’ll just blindly settle for any Tom, Dick or Harry: I definitely do think that somewhat of a physical attraction is necessary.
I have a rough idea of what I want and that’s enough for me. Ultimately, it would just be nice to meet someone who’s on the same wave-length as me, who I can talk to about absolutely anything and who can make me laugh. CRINGE, I know! But a good heart is more of a deal-breaker for me these days, rather than a chiselled jawline. They don’t have to look like Brad Pitt, as long as they take care of themselves and make the most of what they’ve got I’ll be happy. Plus I’m a believer that when you meet someone special you just know, without having to consult/refer to any checklist.
And whilst I’ll freely hold my hands up and admit to having become pretty cynical when it comes to love and that the idea of meeting someone who I can feel comfortable and safe with sounds beyond preposterous as of right now (have you met the guys of my generation?!) deep down in my bones I know that such a person does exist. Where they are? I have no clue. Will that person find me or vice versa; or will we be pushed together by some unprecedented act of fate? I guess we’ll just have to wait and see…