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Am I picky when it comes to guys?

My friends (close ones and those not that close) say that sometimes I intend to be too picky when it comes to find "The One". According to my best friend, whom recently got married to "Mr Quite Okay", "The One" doesn't exist...The same girl who told me "Mr Darcy is around the world somewhere looking for us, we just have to wait". So now she says "You can't be too picky: you should get someone who has okay personality, okay taste in music/movies/books and looks just okay. Sure, if I look it that way...I'm 31 and I definetely don't look like a model. But then again, why should I settle for an okay guy? Am I an okay person? Should I settle for okay when the one might be nearby, just with the wrong woman?

I really should highlight my qualities: I'm smart (not a Mensa-member but you know, more than average smart), I'm nice (if you don't irritate me with annoying things), I have a good sense of humor (all kinds), I have good taste in music/books/movies and I know what looks good on a guy. Really? No bets there? Alright then. Well ridle me this: Is this too picky? A guy who has qualities...he doesn't have to have the same taste as me, as long as he reads something besides just comics, works or studies, slightly romantic and DOESN'T CHEAT. Too hard for yah? Looks aren't that big of a deal, just you know...no creepy guys. Someone who doesn't bring up sex questions on the first date, someone who doesn't wanna name kids after their family tree to continue the line, someone who doesn't say "I wanna see you again" and then blows me off with the classic "I don't have time for dating".  Is that picky? Tell me.

Anyways, I know perfection isn't part of the deal but this can't hardly be too hard...I mean, I know I'm not perfect but when you find someone who you can connect with and who respects you...perfection comes in hand. Sure coupples argue, but they make up if things can work out. I'm not saying I'll forgive anything but most things...not the golden rules though. Sometimes I see coupples outside, they look happy and you think: They're connected. And sometimes you see awful girls (mean to their nice boyfriends) and you think "How on Earth did you find her?" There's where I'm going. People intend to confuse the word perfection but they forget that perfection is in the eyes of the beholder.