Finding the perfect lady

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If the men of the world think that women are terribly and utterly complicated, well, allow me to defend their stance by reminding us guys that we aren’t really simple either. It is much easier to know what a girl wants for her birthday, or

christmas, than it is for women to tell what it is that men look for in a woman when planning to settle. I, for the (medical) record, am a man, and hence should be able to figure out this. So, allow me to voice my thoughts freely in an effort to help you, and if you like what you read, help yourself.
The first thing out is the stereotype: old buxom, shapely, blonde types. We enjoy them, like a novelty but we don’t really wish to be betrothed to them: just like butter chicken, it’s an enjoyable indulgence.
The next thing to be crossed off are bag-toting divas. If we want a trophy, we’ll play a sport. Sure the rich and ignorant men indulge in such acquisitions — make-up enhanced, animal-print wearing air-kissing hotties — but the smart man avoids them like the plague.
A plague in fact is more favourable, for either it has a cure or else it kills you quickly. Socialite luncheoning ladies, sadly, have to be endured longer.
Finally, the category to go is the super-nerdy kind. If matrimony were an equation, scientists would feature on the cover of wedding catalogues but lab-coats are as far from marital sure-shot success as I am from Satori. I think, and maybe this is a take influenced by my own experiences, I probably wanted to be with a girl who was a synonym to perfection, but now, as I get to know my imperfect self more, I am mostly in the market for someone who can tolerate me.
In the end, always remember, no matter how annoying a person you are, there is someone out there who can still annoy you for the rest of your life and isn’t that what marriage is about? Finding that one person who drives you up the wall and makes you even madder by their physical absence? On that sappy soppy note, I leave you to go get my hormonal balance corrected.