So many people are looking for that special someone that will make the sun shine brighter, the moon seem bigger and the stars to twinkle just a little more. I found her. And now I’m going to gloat about it.
After many failed attempts in the dating world, either by chance, circumstance, or my own stupidity (which is another article entirely) I have landed the perfect woman. This sounds like I caught her with some magic lure but in actuality, we met because fate intervened.
My perfect woman worked for one of my customers. She lived in a different city, several hours away and we met over the phone because she was calling to schedule a truck and I was the broker her company used. Her call could have gone to any number of associates but by luck or the alignment of the stars, I answered the phone. I scheduled her shipment and provided her with the basic truck information she needed and the excellent customer service I gave to all of my customers and ended the call. But fate was not done with me yet.
Fast forward two years and I’ve somehow convinced the perfect woman to move across the state and live with me. I didn’t deserve this leap of faith but she made it none the less. We lived in my tiny one-bedroom apartment and struggled to make ends meet. I was bouncing between jobs, changing my mind about careers, and trying to find something that would provide stability and security for the perfect woman. For some unknown reason, she stayed with me, always being supportive, never showing any doubt that it would get better.
Being the perfect woman wasn’t quite enough for her so she decided to better herself and pursued her dream of becoming a teacher. There were a few ups and downs in her pursuits and the degree she originally coveted was taken away at the eleventh hour and she was forced to go in another direction. But with a degree in hand, she boldly set out to make her mark on the world. Oh yeah, I was still floundering in the background trying to figure out my next step and riding the coattails of the perfect woman.
Now the perfect woman has a good job, she loves her career path and we’ve moved into a little house together. We’ve managed to become the house where our friends come to gather and the perfect woman is also the perfect hostess. We host game nights, Friendsgiving, and build graham cracker homes right before Christmas with our friends.
Things are relatively calm and peaceful until my teenage daughter and her mother have a huge fight and she decides to move in with us. The perfect woman takes this hurdle in stride and makes my daughter feel at home and loved. She perfectly balances her relationship with my daughter between a strong female role model and mother figure. There are some very intense times in our home for the next few months but the perfect woman manages it with grace and red wine.
Life progresses uneventfully for a couple of years, my teenage daughter bouncing back and forth between our home and her mother’s, trying to play both sides against each other and the perfect woman sees through this teenage power move and risks her relationship with my daughter and me to put her foot down and call the teenage girl out for her selfish behavior. All the while still being supportive and reminding the girl that she is loved and welcome in our home. More red wine and grace were needed for this period in the perfect woman's life. I’m confident my relationship with my daughter is stronger because the perfect woman sacrificed so much for it to be what it is today.
Now in the present, the perfect woman has achieved so much and has built a very favorable brand in her professional life as well as in her family life. She’s had successes and failures and handles each with class and style. She’s trusted, loved, and respected and I couldn’t be luckier to have found the perfect woman to match this infinitely imperfect man.
