Seeking smart nerdy type that can run faster than a speeding bullet and tolerate a moody alpha female. Kryptonite-toting-Caesar-complex twerps need not apply.
So I have a Superman complex, you already hate me so do me a favor and shut up.
Most many people have their own version of the ideal person for them that’s based on looks and how that person will act and make them feel all of the time. Many call this person their soul mate or “the one.” The truth is your soul mate is actually your imaginary friend.
Everyone is running around looking for their imaginary friend to buddy up with for the rest of a very imaginary life. Imaginary kids that will do just as you tell them to do. Imaginary youth for eternity. Perfection.
The desire for your real-life mate to change is really you saying, “You will change and be just like my imaginary lover.” If this isn’t crazy than I don’t know what is. Yet we listen to romantic songs, read romantic books and watch romantic movies wishing we had what they have, which by the way are made up stories also.
Folks who are in good relationships found the one for them because they weren’t living in their imaginary world trying to find Ken or Barbie. And honestly I think Ken is a little vain and he doesn’t strike me as the smartest cookie in the world. He’s also probably pretty lazy since everyone has doted on him due to his good looks. All he has to do is flash that winning smile, flip a lock of that golden yellow hair and the world is his oyster. But are you really going to be his indentured servant just to be with him? He cheats with all the other Barbie wannabe’s after Barbie divorced his lazy ass, he drinks too much and has a pot belly cause he’s too lazy to work out. Oh and his hair line is receding. At 19 he was hot to trot but at 42 without any upkeep, not so much.
What did you say? Oh, your Ken wouldn’t be like that? Dream on. There’s just one Ken baby, this is it and there’s no changing him.