Now, before you read this I need to mention that it was written as a reply to someone who said something bad about women. I can’t even remember what it was. I love guys, una too try, so don’t take this personal!
The Perfect Man is tall, dark and handsome, with piercing eyes and a weakening smile.
He is big, strong, reliable, the Rock of Gibraltar, always there, always able.
He observes when you get your hair done, says “you’re beautiful” and “is that a new dress” and “your nails are gorgeous”.
The Perfect Man knows your exact shoe size, jeans size, suit size and doesn’t really care about ur bra size.
He opens the car door and carries the groceries and says “after you”.
Her never scratches those unmentionables, at least not in your presence, and he never EVER walks out of your house zipping his fly and adjusting his belt.
The Real Man, on the other hand, may be tall OR dark OR handsome. Seldom a combination, more often a complete negation.
He is often “not-so-big” and remarkably talented at inventing the most ingenious excuses.
He observes your hairdo when he pays for it and hates painted nails when he doesn’t want to pay for them.
He doesn’t know your shoe size, jeans size or suit size, but makes a perfect science of your bra size.
He walks half a mile ahead and points you in the general direction of the two okras that dropped off your overstuffed market bag while handing you his jacket to hold, and when you complain, he is honestly clueless!
The Real Man digs for jewels in his unmentionables just before sharing your eba, and searches for gold in his nostrils while meeting your friends.
In summary then, let us liken the Perfect Man to the unicorn – stately, dignified, unattainable, and the Real Man to… well… his cousin the he-goat!
If you’re a guy, abeg no vex! Just talk to me on twitter @zeenike and pls leave a comment. Ladies, u too!