The perfect woman is impossible to describe accurately, because it's all so
subjective. But here I'll try.
I've often said that
the perfect woman is
almost a man, mentally, that is. She's strong,
nigh-fearless, and can see the beauty in occasional bouts of
mindless violence. She says what she means and sees the logical side of any issue. She doesn't expect that you read her mind, and likewise, doesn't try to read yours. She likes
dogs and
cats equally well. She can cook and clean, but she wants you to help.
She wears sensible shoes. She goes easy on the makeup. She's open to
new experiences. When she growls, it's the cutest thing in the world. And when you point it out, she flashes a
smile that melts your heart. She keeps in shape, but she's not overly self-conscious or embarrassed about her body. She shops at Victoria's Secret. She sings in the shower, or whenever. She named her favorite teddy bear. She'll drag you out of bed at five in the morning to watch the sun rise.
Tell me you wouldn't fall in love with a girl like this?