Stairway To a Woman's Heart

The last woman who thought I was "the perfect guy," didn't really know me. We worked together for years, in fact. She knew one side of me. She knew the shadow that everyone sees. I thought she was attracted to an illusion. I found the stairway leading to this woman's heart. Now I'm going to let you in on some of the more crucial secrets I used.

I let her believe the things she saw, but I never lied to her. Because of that, I now have a wonderful relationship with a great person. Before we hooked up she had no trouble getting men. She did however have trouble getting men to respect her. That was where I came in.

Now, she never exactly referred to me as "the perfect guy" to my face. I received that information from a very reliable source. In fact, it was kitchen gossip. My source was female, attractive, someone I thought very highly of, and another workmate. When the information was relayed to me, I knew right away that to let this opportunity pass me by was to squash my own manhood.

I took the valuable information to heart. As a realist, I know there is no such thing as "the perfect guy." However, this was the key to the universe. I had the chance to win a woman's heart with little effort, and no dishonest scheming.

Now I'll tell you how I was able to turn a friendly relationship, into a more fulfilling one. I never played myself up, but I allowed her to hold to that less than truthful presumption. This wasn't dishonesty. Love often works this way. As humans we are prone to viewing "that special someone" in a false light. We'll automatically see them, as we want them to be, until they shatter that perfect image by doing something dim-witted. Her preconceptions were a blessing. All I had to do was refrain from doing anything dim-witted.

I was accustomed to showing people a very presentable side of myself. It was the part of me I took into public, but only a part of me. I never let her see anything but the polite and thoughtful side of me. Sometimes I was playfully sarcastic, but never anything more aggressive than that. I figured she was tired of fooling around with disrespectful losers. If I wanted this to work, I couldn't be like them.