Perfectly imperfect!

Last week I officially moved to Chicago. This was the move that I advertised to everyone I knew as the beginning of the rest of my young professional life. Strange enough though a bit of a loop was thrown into the move when I accidentally fell for a man two weeks prior to the depature.

Yes, the "lack of zsa zsa zu" man won me over, but not with his wonderful charm or romantic gestures, but instead with just being perfectly imperfect. I know it is a weird concept but I think that for so many of the relationships I have been in I was looking for this perfect, white picket fence, 2.5 kids, college educated, love of my life. When in turn I have realized that all those things are totally an illusion of what we think we have to be with. Zsa Zsa Zu (that's what we will call him) walked into my life right when I wasn't looking for him and for that matter didn't even think that he could ever meet all the demanding qualities I wanted in a man. Instead he meets the exact qualities that I want:

Someone who calls me out on my bullshit...Someone who wants to watch baseball with me and just sit around laughing...Someone who thinks I am intelligent and smart but not for the job I have or the books I read but because I continue to grow in what I think and how I feel about things.

This man has totally blown me away lately and in turn has got me thinking about the concept of Perfectly Imperfect. Why do we as single, young people have such strange demands on what we or who we date? I know that I struggled for a long time on the fact that Zsa Zsa Zu didn't have a college degree. But what is that piece of paper really...Does it measure the man himself? Why have I been indoctrinated into thinking that one thing should be such a huge part in who I want to spend the rest of my life with? And for that matter why do we all have these little quirks we think are so important?

Take my friend Baker for example. I truly believe that he has this perfect image of who he needs to date or end up with. She must be the country club golfing, Britney Spears (pre Kevin) thin, needy woman that he has always been with. He would never admit this because that would indicate that he is swallow, when really it just indicates that this imagine has been embedded into him by his surroundings of what he should be with. Baker recently met a strong, intelligent, funny woman and the moment she told him that she was moving away he all of a sudden realized what he would be missing. Now he is taking the time he should have been taking for months to prove to her that he cares for her.

She isn't his ideal image, but she is good for him in more ways than I can explain in this stupid blog.

Each of us is perfectly imperfect and I just hope that Zsa Zsa Zu realizes that those imperfections are what drives me wild about him.