I decided to reread the Twilight books again before the new movie comes out in order to remind myself that there is a reason I am sitting in the theater. The beautiful way Stephanie Myer crafted the love story of Edward and Bella is heart- breaking, aching, and wrenching in all the right places; unfortunately, that amazing story is completely lacking in the films.
I hate the casting director and the actors he put in the roles he did (except Jacob – that was spot on). While reading, I’ve been picturing what I think Edward should look like, and I’ve mixed famous people with people I grew up with and every male model I’ve ever seen. Let’s just say R-Pattz does not do it for me…
Regardless, it got me thinking about what I would consider my perfect man. Just like how I always picture Edward, I find all these different men I’ve seen, read about, watched movies about, or even a few men I actually know. It’s mainly the same people, but I replace the male models with men who work at Apple stores.
It also made me realize that most of the men I surround myself with… I hope to find pieces of them in the love of my life. And, in turn, the women I surround myself with… I hope to find pieces of them in me.
In my perfect man…
I hope to find the kindness and constant support that I can always find in one of my childhood friends. He is always there for me regardless of whether or not I deserve it. He makes me feel special when I feel like I couldn’t matter less. It’s amazing how a text or surprise visit from him can completely change my mood. His know-how around computers and other forms of technology doesn’t hurt either.
I hope to find the fun loving spirit and ability to cross all natural social boundaries that I find from one of my high school friends. He’s completely ridiculous and always wants to do something that makes me completely uncomfortable. And, I usually end up doing it anyway. He gets me out of my comfort zone, and because of him, I try new things that I would not have otherwise. One of the things I love most about him is how every time we see each other after we haven’t for a while, it’s like a reunion of long lost friends. There’s running and embracing…and the screaming. It’s absurd, but we always act that way… even in public. We are also too comfortable around each other. Changing around each other, cuddling together, and then some unspeakable acts that I will continue to deny until the end of eternity.
I hope to find the comfort and similar interests that I find in one of my college friends. We could seriously talk about television shows for years without having to take a breath. And, if we aren’t talking about that, our conversations flow effortlessly even if we haven’t spoken for months. Our friendship has never felt like work. It’s always been simple, and in that simplicity, our friendship has been exactly what I needed.
I hope to find the loyalty and intelligence that I find in my brother-in-law. He has been married to my sister for almost six years now, but they have dated since the summer of 1996. Although during their growing-up years they had a few bumps in the road, I have seen him standing by her side for most of my life. He’s been with her through the worst times in her life and the best, and through all that I can see his unending love for her. He’s also one of the smartest men I’ve ever met. He’s witty, too. Though I would never admit the previous two statements to him, they are two of the things I admire most about him. Plus, he’s going to be an amazing father…
I hope to find the sarcasm, unwavering belief, and selflessness that I find in my father. I’m pretty sure I got the majority of my flat affect and sarcastic sense of humor from my father, and since those are two things that I’m most proud of, I love both of those things about him. It’s provided a lot of silent jokes between the two of us. He always believes in me, even when I have absolutely no faith in myself. He also has given so much of himself to his family. He has been such a great father to me and my sister. He has always stepped in and taken care of my grandfather and uncle when Mom has asked and even when she hasn’t. Even small acts, such as running to the grocery store on his way home from work to pick up asparagus because I called and asked him to when others might have made an excuse not to, show his willingness to put others before his own wants or needs.
All these men give me hope that the perfect man for me is out there, regardless of the absence of real life fairytales. If the man I marry has even one of these qualities, I will consider myself lucky.