Remembering a Perfect Woman.
I remember when I was a child and I used to day-dream about the perfect woman. Those daydreams are literally some of my first memories. It wasn't really a sexual thing, it was just this wonderful Latin girl around my age that would sing big bird karaoke with me. Of course in the dream there was this unspoken connection. This reason we could sing together from miles and miles away, without ever having met.
As the years go by, the dreams get more complicated, in fact during my early teens they were downright nightmares. One recurring dream was that of a wax museum filled with gorgeous women. However, all were fake saving one. I had only a limited time to find the REAL woman. If I choose wrong, I died. It was terrible, but then again I was having pretty terrible experiences to go along with those dreams.
What I've found now though, is that if something goes wrong with a woman, and I find myself angry or hurt. I just think of that first memory before all of these experiences clouded my ideal. A warm mysterious connection--from nowhere. And all of the bad thoughts just melt away. It's sappy, but true. And one of my favorite things to do is to imagine her all grown up, just like I grew up. What would I say? And what would she do, if we met?
