My Perfect Guy
I knew who he was and saw him around often. I was intrigued by him...drawn to him. Physically, he was exactly my type. I wanted to be near him. I wanted to get to know him. I wanted for a year. But I never acted. Then he moved away and it was too late. Surprisingly, I was relieved. It was a perfect way to end things. Perfect because he still was...perfect. He was my perfect guy. The idea I had of him was, anyway. Because I never got to know him and he never got the chance to prove me wrong.
And then he moved back. And I acted. It started with a little light flirting. An invitation to a sporting event. A night out on the town. A meal or two. He didn't live up to my expectations...he exceeded them. I wanted to know everything about him. He was so...cool.
Until he wasn't. Over the next few weeks, we hung out a handful of times. A handful of times out of the plethora of plans we made. His band practiced late. He wasn't feeling well. He was stuck in the studio. He was...standing me up.
But we kept talking. And he kept making and breaking plans. After a year of building the pedestal that he stood upon, he dive bombed right off of it. He wasn't perfect. For me, at least.
Thinking back, our conversation was always forced. We talked about the same three topics over and over again. Our dogs, a local musician we both dislike, and what we would do if we won the lottery. I never actually did get to know him.
He was only ever perfect for me in my mind. And I almost wish it had stayed that way.
Have you ever built someone up in your head only to be disappointed? Tell me about it!