Mr. Perfect

Awhile ago I was inspired to think about my "perfect" man; and being the extravagant creator I am I decided to take it one step further than thought alone. I decided to create him. He would, of course, only exist in theory and on paper, but he wouldn't just be a series of traits that are acceptable to me.
He would have a face, a name, a past, and a favorite color-to name a few.

I took some time and thought seriously, first about what he would look like. I had an initial idea but did some minor research until i combined the image in my mind with one of a famous actor. I then decided my next step was to figure out what we do on weekends, in the fall.

Every time I picture the two of us together he is wearing a gray pea coat, and a reddish scarf; his hands jambed into his pockets. I would imagine us laughing and walking through a tree filled park and sitting down to play a coyly competitive game of chess. Then we would lounge under a tree and talk about randomness and feel the light breeze on our faces-brisk, almost winter.

This image that consumed my thoughts jarred my reality. In my reality I honestly would never imagine dating a guy that would wear a pea coat and a reddish scarf; and I would definitely not imagine us in a cooler climate, playing chess. I like the game but I haven't played in years.

This got me to thinking about how I came up with this scenario, and this man.
Is it an accumulation of where I grew up and how I perceive myself? Or is it a picture perfect movie scene I've been made to believe equates to happiness and perfection?

I have not reached an answer about this completely, but I did make an astounding realization:
I haven't thought about Mr. Perfect all weekend. Where as I tried to fill him into my thoughts when they were free to me during the week, I had no inkling of him these past few days. Why?
Because instead of thinking about what I wanted, I was with someone who consumed my thoughts and emotions so much that there wasn't even enough room left to try to make space for an idea of what a man should be.

I think that thinking about Mr. Perfect is a good homework assignment to reach in and find out how you perceive yourself and what you think relationships should be like, and why; but it is even better to be with someone... someone not perfect... someone who would never wear a a gray pea coat with a reddish scarf.

Someone who says idiotic things sometimes and instead of playing chess with you, holds your hand tight when he feels that you need something to keep you safe. Someone who is shorter than Mr. Perfect but understands what you are thinking just by looking into your eyes. Someone who can make you live right here and now and not have to think about what you want, because if you wanted anything else time wouldn't have flown by as fast as it had.

Maybe someday I will perfect my idea of Mr. Perfect, but I hope-even more than ever getting to meet this Mr. Perfect-that along the way I have someone to make me forget about him.