MR RIGHT is an overrated man. He is good looking with dollops of intelligence, caring, possesses the splendid rarity of a funny bone and perhaps in a sophisticated term, he is ‘rather debonair’. MR RIGHT is like the perfect broth relished by Goldilocks, the charming prince, Cinderella kissed, and the chivalrous knight, that fights like a dauntless dragon. This unbelievable man is hard to pursue. On every spray of a fantastic shooting star, or on every passage of a mail van, there will be at least one woman crossing her fingers and wishing for her MR RIGHT to sweep her off her feet, off the ground, off her mind, to the stars and well… the other poetic things.
The question is… Do women seek for perfection, or imperfection that can be honed and nurtured into a priceless avatar? Sometimes women get unreasonably paranoid to find their men in a time-table format - for instance, if he remembers every birthday, profusely sanitizes his hands after playing with the dog, respects punctuality, and strangely ‘forgives and forgets’. On the other hand, women detest it, when men are obediently late before every date, seal promises when befuddled, or artistically write ‘psychedelic’ on their pants. Of course, there are a set of women who enjoy negligible imperfection – for instance, if the man in question refuses to dip his biscuits in Nutella sauce (which is a heinous crime) and the woman in question introduces him to this new cuisine imposingly; or if he whines inconsolably about the defeat of Manchester United, she tells him how not to be a moron and accept things more maturely. Another set of women, (with refined culinary skills) always like to mother their men. They don’t seek for perfection or otherwise, they only reiterate their wondrous ability to make a man out of a boy. Some women find perfection in charming men who are award winning flirts. They enjoy every false promise made to them, every intelligible banter with dubious meaning, and believe every pretentious sorry. Good flirts have an unavoidable charm – a charm, which every woman would love to be a victim of. Now again, is that quite right?
I’d like to say, the only perfect entity, conforming absolutely to description in the universe is our dear, globe-shaped Earth.
