Perfect? ​​Yeah, right.
The perfect guy is a myth. Like a unicorn. Like "five minutes and I'm ready." Like a man who himself suggested talking about feelings. No, seriously, there are no perfect people — simply because we all have bugs, glitches, and crooked firmware.

One loves Snickers with sausage. Another seriously thinks that "going into Dota for 15 minutes" is possible. The third is a philosopher at heart, but in reality, he can't choose between "Hi" and "Yo" at the first message. And yes, they are all completely imperfect.

But here's the funny thing...
Suddenly one comes along. Just as weird. Just as imperfect. He might put the stress wrong or forget anniversaries, but you find it funny. You find it normal. You find it comfortable. And suddenly you realize: maybe he's not perfect at all, but... he's perfect for you.

Because the perfect guy isn't the one everyone will like. He's the one you can be yourself with: with a Friday face without makeup, with a burrito in your teeth and thoughts about the meaning of life mixed with "why do socks always lose their other half?"

Chemistry + coincidence of bugs = magic
The trick is that "perfection" isn't about smoothness. It's about coincidence of rough edges. He might be stubborn, and you might be dramatic. But you're like puzzles: everything seems crooked, but together - a picture.

So don't look for perfection. Look for someone you can argue with at Ikea and then make up with at the shawarma place. With whom even silence is like a dialogue, only lazy.