My colleagues, upon reading Never perfect, had kindly illustrated their experiences with Mr Perfect-or-so-they-thought.

So.. Miss A has this to share:

Eg:

Multi personality…. MSN or any online chat (Joker)

On Phone (Machiam act philosopher, go on and on about all types of theories and “am so dead serious”)

SMS ( Normal caring sorta person)

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I was so freak out I don’t even dare to meet him in person, as It makes me wonder whether am I communicating

With one pax or different pax all these while. In the end I just get rid of him out of my life for good.

He explains his into role playing, for the sake to be able to think in a more rounded manner. But I just can’t stand it ….

Scenario 10

Attention seeker

He’s all well and okay, all that you wanted in a guy except for the fact that he is a pure attention seeker.

Once you are on the hook, he make you feel as though it was one-sided affection all along

I feel ya, sista.

Miss B, then shared this.

Scenario 11

They are successful, charming and super workaholics. They spend all their time working and earning so much cash that they are so generous. Every time they ask you out for dinner, you can be assured of a lobster meal. They tell you how much they like you but they know they aren’t ready for commitment; not because they don’t like your enough but because they have had bad experiences in love and they are so jaded that they are afraid of commitment. They are simply waiting for “the one” to appear in their lives so that they can pledge their undying love for her. Every day, you try to reform them and to make them believe true love prevails.

Jaded & cynical as they are, they believe that they should just throw themselves into work because work delivers the highest ROI. Whenever you miss them and want to meet them, they are always working into wee hours of the night… like 6am??

Then you realize they spin this story for every girl actually and you’re probably the 7^th or 8^th girl he’s sleeping with simultaneously at that moment. No wonder he’s always busy with work.

And of course, Weili has left a tag to say how scenario #1 had happened to her, before the horror of the past caught up with her with #6, and that it was a memory deserved to be censored, deleted, forgotten.

Some others, like us, remained scarred for very long time. Wahahahaha. I mean seriously, a trauma like this, stays.

Ladies, never, ever, censor such memories. They serve as reminders, they serve as painful experiences that should warn us, never to have too uhm… BIG an expectations out of Mr Perfect.

Ahem.

And then, I realised, the number 1, golden disappointment most reported, is…. #6.

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So I deduce, too-good-to-be-true-guys are.. well, you know, less fortunate, which in turn, make us very unfortunate.

Next time you wonder why a hot babe is dating ugly guys, you have to remind yourselves that, “Ahhh… I can see why.” Maybe, you will feel better.

And for guys who think they are perfect, who are protesting against this finding, send me your pictures/credentials and evidences(ahem, which will be verified) to fight your case, other than that, I also can say anything I want you to believe.

Coincidentally, I read this off from The Butterfly Tales,

For men, the ownership of a penis is a biological excuse to proxy the chastising of societal myopia on sexual liberty. Men have a penis, which drains blood from the brain to the penis in several instances, attributed usually by, short skirts, cleavages, hot women in body hugging latex or maybe in some parts of the world, the rear end view of a sheep.

When men see a hot woman, the thought process runs through a stimulus of varying questions. They think,

1. I wonder how it feels like to be in bed with her
2. Does she blow well?
3. I wonder if she licks ass
4. I wonder if we have to spoon after sex

When women see a hot man, they think,

1. I wonder if he has a nice personality

Yes, it sucks not to have a penis. It’s a generalization of a sample population I know, because I do have female friends who are primarily concern with more pressing issues like penis length, girth and wash board abs. And similarly I do have male friends who are also concerned with trivial stuff like character and compatibility, things that only prove to me they are gay.

Inversely, women are much more into details when it comes to sex. I’ve sat through many sex talk sessions with my female friends and I realize women divulge a lot more than men do. Here are some of the things they ask,

1. “Was he good?”
2. The size of the penis
3. “Does he kiss well?”
4. “What did you do after sex?”
5. “When?? How?? Why??” All these usually start with, “Oh my gawd!”

Men keep it simple.

1. “Was it a good fuck?”

Men don’t really want to hear details of their friend fucking some other chick, more so if it’s a hot chick. They are also not genuinely interested to know if that girl was great in bed, what they really want to know, is if they can score as well.

Fundamental differences of men and women.

And then, a possibly perfect boy spoke up(well, he had said that if a lady assumes a guy is all of #1 to #7, anything more is a bonus).

Inspiration for blogging comes in moment like that where the only thing I should be doing is STUDY. Of course, stealing ideas and improvising it for my own use comes handy too. So, today, I am going to talk about girls, and how imperfect they are.

Yes, girls, who will never be ladies.

Have we always been fantasizing about the girlfriend from heaven?

The drop dead gorgeous head turner who is a road hazard just by standing at the side of the road? The one who long silky hair, big sparkly eyes that will melt even the icebergs at Antarctica. Feminine but not weak, financial independent (although we all secretly hope to get more than that), smart, witty and desirable by others. Throw in the ability to whip out a good meal… bliss.

But wait, god is fair. And so he’ll definitely put in a few nasty surprise… like…

1. Hopelessly insecure

She calls you every minute, and demands you stop seeing all your BFBs. A psychopath whom puts in a GPS tracking unit in your car and wires your phone. A second look at the cute chick that just walk pass will result in endless yap about straying and that how insecure she feels. Don’t even think about having small talk!

2. Her way is the only way

There’s only one way of doing it and it is her way. After the make-up she puts on during courtship, the cracks start showing soon enough. She wants to go Changi by PIE and would rather U-turn than to take ECP. She thinks *insert anything here* is the best and you better agree to prevent World War III erupting.

3. Moral police

Nuff said. In a way related to the point above.

4. Illiterate to household chores

Being waited by her maid all her life, household chore has never been in her dictionary. To make things worst, you only realize it when moving in together. From washing the basin to cleaning the kitchen, clearing junk from the bin, washing clothes and all things needed to keep the house in one piece. And to make things worse, she throws her clothes all around, leaves her junk everywhere and makes a big mess for you to clean up. No good, no good.

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…and the list goes on.

And I’ve come to terms that god is fair and no one’s perfect. Not even myself =P

However, that doesn’t mean we should all jump into what look’s like a good deal, for many a times, it is usually too good of a deal. Taking from Let’s go to the supermarket, we should amble leisurely down the aisles and see what’s available – squeeze the fruit, taste the free morsels, or check out a new brand of juice rather than grab the first available item before a mad rush to the cashier. Not to the extend where you would rather walk out empty handed than to settle for second best, but least make an informed decision after careful research.

Life’s always fair, we just have to be patient, open our eyes and ditch that pair of glasses =)

All I read, and agreed with, is the part about “squeeze the fruit, taste the free morsels, or check out a new brand of juice“, though I know it probably means something very different from what I assume it to be. I swear it’s the alcohol from last night.

Cough.

There I was, being all shallow about physical attributes, and a boy, dwells deeper than that.

And then I refer back to Butterfly’s post.

I bowed my head in absolute shame.

And then I shoved my hand down my panties to check.

Have I being a male all my life and not aware of it all the while?!