THE PERFECT MATCH

Whenever you ask a girl of how she would like her ‘man’ to be, be sure that you’ve got loadsa time in your hand, and all the other quotidian tasks are mere. Coz now starts an odyssey into the dream world. Sigh… :( :( (You can’t be sure of exclusivity every single time though, but length, my dear, is guaranteed…. Perhaps, I could’ve enjoyed a matinee show all this while. But since I was the one who possessed this unlimited thirst for knowledge ;) , only I am going to bear the repercussions. Sob sob… )
“C’mon, it won’t be the same hackneyed story this time”, I console myself. But regrets follow. Whatever!!
Throughout this period, while I was preparing myself for the unparalleled strife, the list pours in.
“Umm… well… He must be tall, dark, suave… blush…. Must possess a good sense of humor, should be rich… blah blah…”
“What if he’s short and stout but cute? Or probably fair but full of social etiquettes and mannerisms??”, I ask the female.
“Dunno what will I do in such a case… Will see when the person comes in front of me. All this is very situational and dependent on the circumstances, you see.. But one thing is for sure. He ought to be damn witty”, she replies.
“Ohhhhkay.. And do you think you’ve got enough wits to indulge in a conversation with him then?”. Shit.. This sounds too sardonic.. And pat comes the reply. “Yes, I definitely do”.
Well, it’s better to shut up right now. Anyways, we ain’t nemeses that we need to be so curt. And hey, why the hell are we fighting over a ‘mere’ guy?? That too when his existence is doubtable. Truce! Truce!!
I take up the charge to speak first after the tiff.
“What’s your take on commitment? Ain’t that on your priority list? What if he cheats on you?”
After making faces, (and probably smirking at me) she responds, “Yeah… all that goes without saying. I told you about the additional credentials. And moreover, he won’t cheat on me.”
“Why not?”, I leap at her. Then realizing my impulsive and oh-so blunt expression, I try to add a tinge of euphemism. “ I mean, God forbid, if that happens, what are you gonna do?” I was still cursing myself for having said that.
“Then it’ll be his loss entirely, not mine”, she says acerbically.
“Yeah, right. Hunh”, I mumble.. (I’m into the bitchy mood now.. lol)
After the interview with the volunteer is over, I’m dragged into my world of thoughts. I really don’t understand why love and commitment forever- the crucial elements have taken a backseat and secondary thoughts have gained utmost importance? Why do we continuously strive to be more appealing than we actually are, even if that means adopting artificial means? Physical beauty is just a passe, according to me at least.
Is it too difficult to think of an emotional guy (the one who understands, or at least pretends to understand all stresses you go through), who’s a gentleman (morally upright in his words and action) and who loves his near and dear ones?? (coz only if he loves his, can you expect him to love and respect yours)
Can’t a person who stands by you all the time, and dreams of reaching the heights of success together with you, actually exist?? Am I being too Utopian??
Meanwhile, one of my favs, by Shania Twain plays in my mind.. And how I admire the thoughts..

“Ain’t nothin’ better?
We beat the odds together.
..
..
They said, I bet, they’ll never make it.
But just look at us holdin’ on.
We’re still together, still goin’ strong.”