Perfect Guy List
Like most people, even those who deny it, I love lists. I love making lists. I love knowing that a day or life can be sorted out, organized and properly dealt with with something as simple as a list. From grocery lists to bucket lists, I love them. Of course, I rarely remember their existence for long enough to tick off most or all items on the list but that’s a whole other story. One of the lists that I rarely talk about now is the Perfect Guy List or PGL. I remember talking about the PGL with my cousins and deciding on what we would include in our individual lists. And since we were in our early teens, we thought good looks meant a good person. I never even took into consideration my too wide smile, frizzy hair, blotchy face and ordinary features. I didn’t care that I was more like the ugly stepsisters than I was like Cinderella who was, after all, the one that Prince Charming chose. Reality didn’t matter. What I saw when I looked in the mirror didn’t matter. The PGL was about...