Sunday, June 21, 2009

The Perfect Man

What Are Friends For !!

I am often faced with the question, how do you know if a man is the correct match for you or not? I don't have an answer because I believe that requirements are different for different people but I can give you my idea.

These are the qualities of my perfect man:
  1. He makes me feel special for no reason at all, he listens to all my worried scoldings
  2. I like the smell of hair and skin, I can smell him long after we have met
  3. He worries about the littlest things about me
  4. I feel tremendously guilty to eat when he has not eaten
  5. It scares me to think about spending a day without him
  6. The sound of his voice calms me down
  7. His arms fill me with a sense of impenetrable protection
  8. The thought of his death pains me to tears
  9. The touch of his hand gives me the confidence that I never imagined that I would have
  10. Rain makes me think of him, sun makes me think of him, snow makes me think of him
  11. When I am sick he is worried all day, when he is sick I feel panicked and lost
  12. Whenever I go before God, I can only pray for him
  13. I run to him for the littlest of things
  14. When I write his name, I smile unconsciously to myself
  15. I can feel him even when he is not there
  16. I laugh with childish pleasure when he is at work, to see how important he looks
  17. When he paints, I watch speechlessly
  18. He is my little baby who needs endless care and comfort
  19. All my childish sorrows, fears and pains can be expressed to him
  20. I can cry in his arms freely
  21. I can hurt him easily, I can make him happy easily
  22. His wishes mean the most on occasions
  23. We are both children in each others presence
  24. I remember his face before going to sleep and as soon as I wake up
25. We have named our children already- one of them is Nandini

Most important requirement is to be happy and to be at peace with your man. I am, so he must be perfect. Nandini, he is your father. When I am not there, love him like I did, if you can...

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