Jt is not the easiest person to date, especially if you're the jealous or insecure type (just so we're clear, I'm not). He's good-looking, (very) intelligent, and successful. Seriously, everything I've been looking for in a man, I found in him. And he loves me. What more do I want?
At the risk of sounding ungrateful, there are a few pitfalls to dating the perfect guy:
1. It magnifies all of your own insecurities.
I once told my friend that I just realized Jt is everything I ever dreamed of becoming. First, he's a lawyer (and a very successful one). Second, he's an opinion writer for a popular newspaper. Third, he does freelance writing for art magazines, where he interviews up and coming artists, as well as a few established ones.
Now look at me. First, I'm a law student working my butt off to pass the bar. Second, I have a blog. Third, I do freelance writing for random magazines which would take me.
I'm like Jt redux. The diluted Jt. His sidekick.
I'm not an insecure person in general, but there are moments.
2. Eating out can be a hassle, especially if he stopped telling you he knows people in the restaurant who used to court him.
Here's a typical conversation.
"That was a nice dinner," I would say.
"Yes it was," he'd reply.
"The guy next to us was pretty cute."
"We dated maybe once or twice."
Then he said, a couple of nights ago, that he didn't tell me there was this guy in this restaurant in Greenbelt that he used to date because I might get jealous. Of course not, I said. Then wondered which one it was, and if he was cuter than me.
3. You don't want him to talk about his exes. Then you do. Then you don't. Then you imagine random guys he probably dated and why he ended up with you.
I was at his apartment when I saw a picture of this very good-lucking guy on his bookshelf.
"Wow. Hot guy," I said.
"Oh that's nothing," he replied.
"Someone I dated before."
Eyebrow raised, I swallowed a little bit of my own spit. "And?"
"He moved back to Malaysia."
"What does he do?"
"He's a model."
"Kill me now and stab me in the gut," I thought. I looked at the picture, imagined the guy without his shirt off, and I started to hate myself.
"Oh, that's not a real job," I mentioned offhandedly, if defensively.
Then I thought, "Please, please, please, let him be an idiot. Or else I may have to tell Jt myself he could do better."
I wouldn't exchange Jt for anyone in the world, and I do love him, but we have our moments.
In all fairness, another friend did point out that Jt is 16 years older than me. "That's a pretty decent headstart," he said, and I agreed, but that's probably something I should tell in a different story.
Photo taken here.