Every guy goes out and seeks that perfect companion. We find them in all kinds of shapes, sizes and forms. Sometimes the perfect companion is a dog; silent, obedient, and always happy to see us. Sometimes the perfect companion is a guy friend, someone to make jokes and play around with, someone who's down to back you up when you're in need, or to calm you down when you're about to do something stupid. Sometimes the perfect companion is a pen and a notepad, or blog (don't look at me, I have friends...), or sketchpad, or canvas, somewhere to get it all out without judgement or discourse of any kind.
When it all boils down, though, we all seek out that dream girl. We come up with this picture of what she looks, smells, feels, sounds, and sometimes tastes like. We could tell you what she acts like, what she likes (it's usually just a list of what we like) and dislike (the same in reverse), what scares her, even her background. In this dance we call "The Chase", we have a lot of time to dream. We look for parts of that perfect girl in every girl we're with. "She would have her smile," "her lips," "her laugh," "her ass, no wait her ass". No matter what, we're always looking for her in each woman we see and pursue.
But the truth is, we know we'll never end up with that Call of Duty-playing, sandwich-making, nymphomaniac, space-giving, attention-giving, unbelievable-bodied, perfect-complexioned goddess we imagined was just waiting for us to save from all those uninteresting, wrong penis sized (too big or too small or too curved, we've got the Goldilocks combo), not as good as us guys out there vying for her attention. We know she's too good to be true. We know if we ever found her, we'd probably just end up fucking it up by not being good enough.
Actually that's not why we will/should never find that dream girl. It's because in a dream, there's no pooping, no farting, no puking, no looking at other guys, no stupid questions, no periods, no pregnancy scares, no emotional breakdowns, no annoying female friends, no clinginess, no waiting an hour after you were supposed to leave because she just started putting on her make-up, no crying inexplicably and stubbornly insisting that it stay "inexplicated". In the dream, there's no mirror, and there's no smoke. There's only magic.
But all hope isn't lost, dear reader. You can still end up getting your happily ever after. Minus the ever. Fact is, we usually end up with someone. Someone who we're perfectly happy with for 5 years or 55. She doesn't play Call of Duty, but loves watching you play through. And asks you funny questions like "Why don't you use that blow up thingy you had last time?" Or she hates when you go to those football games with "all those big guys and you're the tiniest one out there. You're going to get hurt." But she nurses your wounds and celebrates with you every time you come home with a win. She takes forever to put on her makeup, but as soon as you see her when she's done, all of your impatience goes out of the window. Don't worry my friend. You're going to run into woman after woman after girl after girl. They'll all have something or another that your last one didn't have, but one day you'll find the one. She might not be your dream girl, but she's perfect for you.
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