Mr Perfect.

I'm so happy, am thrilled, am overwhelmed, am... Oh you just name it, okay; you all, must be wondering the cause of my excitement. Let me cut you some slacks and spill it all out.

So today, I saw him... The complete definition of the perfect man.

Guys...

He's tall, he's dark, he's handsome. Oh! I was drooling all over him.

He was there, in the commercial bus heading to Yaba, I entered the bus and sat beside him. I was there sitting, unnoticed for awhile; watching the bus driver beckoning on the pedestrians. When this was over, and the passengers were all seated, the bus driver started collecting his fare.

It was then I noticed my Mr perfect sitting directly beside me.

He spoke to me! Oh yes! His voice... His voice... as calm as the touch of a warm palm; soothing away my worries. So macho yet awesome.

He asked how much I intended to give the bus driver, I told him and he collected mine since mine would not result to him disturbing the driver for his balance. We all paid and the bus took off.

I thought that was all, until my Mr Handsome spoke once more to me. Oh! It was so obvious: "I was drooling all over him."

• He was cute,

• He had pink lips,

• Oh! The scent I perceived from his body was one to die for.

• Is it his white sparkling set of teeth's?.

• Oh! Here comes the great one. He was the complete definition of TDH, oh, my spec. He was tall, he was dark and oh gosh!, he was so handsome.

• When he smiled..., when he smiled at me. I became so weak, I just couldn't control myself.

My little discussion with my Mr Perfect made us exchange contacts, and from being passengers in a bus, we became really close to each other, I was so intrigued when it came to flaunting him around.

• I flaunted him to my friends

• I flaunted him to my exes.

• I flaunted him to those little boys; asking me out.

• I flaunted him to those short boys that felt I would one day give them a chance.

Weeks turned to months, months turned into two years and we tied the knot.

Suddenly...

After a year of living as a wife to my Mr Perfect, things changed from bliss to crisis.

He started keeping late nights, I would call, and he kept on busying my calls, I'll text, he won't text back neither would he acknowledge my text, sometimes he doesn't even come home at all.

Then it happened,

After repeatedly calling him that day, he finally picked. Atleast I thought he did.

Me: Why didn't you pick up since?. Where are you dear, you're getting me all worked up.

The lady: (seemingly furious) So you are the mistress to my husband right?

Me: (bemused) what in God's name are you talking about? I should be asking you this question. Who are you?

The lady: I am his wife, I've been married to him for over five years now and we have four children, if you love yourself, just stay off my husband. Else...

I woke up.

It was then I woke up!, I had been dreaming all along. "What was this dream all about?" I wondered. My phone rang, when I saw the caller's ID, I sucked my teeth in disgust and muttered: oh heavens! Can't this short, disgusting guy grant me my peace!!.

A quick flashback:

Before I had that dream, there's this guy that has constantly been asking me out for a date, goodness! He's short for crying out loud! Of all people, a short guy! Common, what would my friends say when they see me walking with a guy that's half my height?.

Yuck! It's really disgusting, i for one, can't even imagine being in such relationship.

Oh wait, there's more. Apart from being short, he's just too fat. If pigs weren't quite dirty, I'd have said they might just be his family members.

I need a perfect man! I need a complete tall, dark and handsome guy... Why are all these short boys asking me out? Where are the tall ones for goodness sake!!

Back to reality:

(Phone beeps again) it's still the same short Emeka...

I picked up and screamed into the phone's speaker.

Me: Oh heavens!!! Leave me alone for crying out loud! I am not interested and I would never be interested in dating a short, fat boy. (Sucks teeth and hangs up).

Good riddance!!

Five years later.

(Short Emeka gets married and is out of the country with his wife and three kids)

The single me; who is now 35years old is still looking for the perfect man.

The end.

I stand to be corrected, but there's nothing like the perfect man, be it in character, heights, cuteness and all. A good and god-fearing heart is what one should watch out for.

In that short story, I saw the perfect man in my dream and the perfect man betrayed me just when I thought my life was having a little bit of honey innit. The dream I had was more or less like a warning and advice for me to give Emeka a chance, but I yielded not and that was because he was too short. I'm here now, single and unmarried at the age of 35, with no single suitor coming by.

Tall, short, chubby, fat, skinny. They are all humans and should be given a chance.

Tall, dark and handsome doesn't mean he's your own Mr Perfect. Your own Mr Perfect might just be a little bit shorter than you, who knows?. But because you've shut your eyes to the short ones, you just keep getting your heart broken over and over again.

Being tall, dark and handsome is just a plus, watch out instead, for a god-fearing man.

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