Since the dawn of time, man has set out in search of the perfect woman to make him happy for all of eternity. She's there for him in his times of need as he is there for her as well. She makes all his friends jealous of how amazing she is, and they begin to wonder just how he got so lucky.
Jokes are thrown around many-a-time about how woman are made for cleaning, housework and giving you a few laughs for how superior men are to them. In reality, without women, we would be the jokes. Women make us better human beings. They make us see the error of our ways and clean up our acts in an effort to make them happy because of how much they make us happy.
It's often impossible to dream about your perfect woman—the one you would do anything to be with. The one who makes you smile just at the very thought of her and the one who you would do anything for no matter what the request was.
Unfortunately, I have found that girl. She's amazing in every sense of the word, and yet she will never know just how I truly feel because of contact issues.
My dream girl is Maryse—the intoxicating beauty of French-Canadian persuasion that is the definition of stunning.
Some say fools fall in love. I say only real men fall in love. It's been told to me my feelings are nothing more than a silly crush of the pretty girl on TV. It's so much more than that.
I get very upset whenever a diva's match, I die a little inside. Not just because I want to see her in her wrestling attire, but I want to see her show off her personality in the ring. She has the ability to insert emotion into her matches without having it come off as forced. She's poetry in motion, simply put.
Her body has the makeup of so many different personalities it's hard not to be attracted to her. She has the incredible features of a superstar super model that can make you drop your jaw at the very sight of her, she displays toughness that can make you just a little intimidated that she could possibly beat you up if you anger her and she has the innocence and caring nature of someone who would make you soup when you are sick.
I could listen to Maryse talk all day. With the oh-so-sensual accent of the already-sexy nature in French, when she would want to talk about something, I would give her my undivided attention. No tuning out necessary, even if she wanted to talk about shoe shopping for two hours, I would spend the time to learn about shoes so we could have a discussion together.
You look into her eyes, and you know you're in love. Maryse has those entrancing eyes to mesmerize even the strongest of men, including myself.
I've been told I only like her because she wears skimpy outfits. Wrong. Whether she's wearing makeup in a skimpy dress with her hair down or even makeup free with a pair of baggy sweats with her hair in a ponytail wearing grandma's glasses, she would still be the most beautiful woman in the world.
Sadly though, Maryse is taken. She's dating The Miz, and I couldn't be happier for them. They are both "AAAAWWWESSSOOMMEE" and make for a very attractive couple. The only option I have is to hope that in some alternate reality we could be together. Even if I had to be a flower and she were a bee, only using me for pollen, I would treasure that for the rest of my life.
Dream girls don't come around very often. When you find them, hold on to them or you're going to miss out. I've found mine, but she will never know about it. Story of my life.
Have you found your dream girl yet?
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