Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. He was not particularly handsome, and she was not particularly beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. To meet each other would have been a miracle, but this was a miracle that was destined to happen.

One day the boy and girl came upon each other on the corner of a street.

And the boy said to the girl: “This is amazing! I’ve been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you’re the 100% perfect girl for me.”

She said to him: “Of course I believe it. You are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I’d pictured you in every detail. It almost feels like a dream.”

So they sat on a park bench, and held hands, and told each other their stories for hours. They were not lonely anymore.

As the afternoon wore on, however, a tiny sliver of doubt pricked their hearts: They wondered if it was possible for dreams to come true so easily.

And the boy said to the girl, “Let’s test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other’s 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again. And when that happens, we will get married right then and there.”

And she said: “Yes, that is exactly what we should do.”

And so they parted, he to the east, and she to the west.

Now this separation was completely unnecessary, because they really and truly were each other’s 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But they were too young to know.

Then, one winter, the city was struck with an epidemic, and the boy and the girl became very sick. For weeks they drifted in and out of consciousness, fluttering on the line between life and death. Eventually, luckily, they recovered their strength, but the fever had ravaged their minds, and they had lost all memory of their earlier years.

Now these were two very determined young people, and so they worked hard to return to society. And eventually they were able to do the necessary things, like get to their jobs, shop at the market, walk to the post office. They even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.

And so they lived, and years passed, and they grew older. Then, one beautiful April morning, the boy was walking to the market to get some milk, headed from east to west, while the girl was walking to the post office to mail a letter, west to east. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of memory flickered for the briefest moment in their hearts. And they knew:

She is the 100% perfect girl for me.

He is the 100% perfect boy for me.

But the glow of their memory was too weak, and minds were not as clear as they had been years before. And so, without a word, they passed each other in the street, and disappeared from each others lives… forever.

Sad story, don’t you think? I came across it over three years ago, and it has now become relevant to me once again.

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When do you get to the part where you rip on the CPMC?

Part of me wants to really believe in this story, but the romantic cynic in me wants to laugh at you for posting such a sappy girl story.

sigh :sad2:

Pretty sad, yes. Who said that if it belongs to it will come back, blah blah. Why not go for it when it lands in your hands (arms, lap, wherever you true love may land)? Why do people question their fortune? I hate that.

It’s nearing beer-thirty and its shitty outside. Have a nice Friday.

I don’t believe that there’s ever anybody who’s 100% perfect for you. I don’t believe in the “one true love” thing either - there are something like 6 billion people in the world, and the idea that only ONE of them is right for you is just ridiculous.

Aja, it’s not even 10 am. When is beer-thirty for you??

Sometimes the doomness works out great.

Cowgirl, when situated over Ruby’s and lunch is creeping up like a mugger in an alley, it is always beer-thirty. Right now, its beer-fifteen, I’ll be headed to lunch at beer-o’clock, arrgghh!!

Sad story indeed DCB. That is why you should take your mate to a symphony and become gentlemanly of all gentlemen such as myself. I have found my mate, ?my 100% perfect man? even though my anus hurts a lot. But anyways click to my site to see the next ?Swami Picks? and all of your college football updates!!

Hahaha I heard a friend of mine tell stories like this to gullible girls to get in their pants.

girl: we shouldn’t do this
player friend: your right, I do have a girlfriend
girl: i thought you had a bad relationship?
playerfriend:*sigh*yeah, but none of this is right… i am leaving
girl: noooooooooooo…. its like your story

panties drop like oversoaked diapers

is there a story book that you 2 got these very similar stories from?

what the hell does 100% perfect mean?

What brought up this post? Did you see her again?

I like the story. It gives hope that there is that someone “perfect” out the for each and everyone of us…but I doubt it.

The only person who is 100% perfect for you is yourself…

You can experience 100% love for someone who is 0% right for you and vice versa. Percentages are pretty subjective when you’re talking about something emotional.

Green with jealousy, “Red” with passion, may the best man win! J will be mine….

I have a glock…

I agree that the story is nice in a bittersweet kind of way. However, I stopped believing that there is only one person who is 100% perfect for each of us after I had that feeling with two or three people in my life. My point is that the fact that another seemingly perfect soul mate appeared years after - after crying and firmly believing nobody else would compare to the previous one- ruled out the unique match dream for me.

It?s nice to be idealistic, and have that sort of permanent ?what if????, with someone, and I even tend to believe in it again in some really exceptional occasions, but I find it even more positive to have the illusion that there are a couple of 100% ( or 90 something % - why be soooo demanding?) perfect people for me out there ? very hard to find, but at least not reduced to one.

Anyway, it?s good to read this sort of post for a change in your blog, and everyone has the right to be sensitive once in a while, even an apparently eternal bachelor like you, so I approve it. At least you got us all girls sighing?

On a lighter tone, I have recently discovered that there is an Argentine version of the Dove commercial. Check the girls out?

http://www.portalpublicitario.com/news/dove-curvas.htm

(sorry I could not find a better picture)

Any of them potentially 100% perfect for you?? Ha ha ha :laugh:

Look at the sunny side: If it wasn’t for heartbreak we wouldn’t have a reason to drink.

So by 100% perfect, I assume you mean they match on all 29 dimensions of compatibility. eHarmony.com: It’s science.

Nice little LMR breaker…

What if person A remembers person B is their 100% and runs into person B again, should person A try to remind person B of their semitry? would it even be the same if they were to reunite? I dont know, I think to everything there is a time and a purpose.

I’m just glad I’m not a DC bachelor.

When I met the florist she was working the block on 14th street. I knew right then and there that I wasnt just gay, but I was bisexual. She instantly got me aroused and I decided to be a patron of her services. That expensive night of sex showed me that George wasnt my sole mate afterall. There was room in my heart for more than just penis but also a little vagina. However expensive she may be, I still frequent her for services. Nothing like that strap-on that she wears penetrating my anus.

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You are the man. Nice.

ahem

HAHAHA !

I wouldn’t want someone 100% perfect for me.

We’d never fight, and then we’d never have “Post fight sex”. Without “Post fight sex”, we’d be doomed. Doomed I tell you.

Nice story…why didn’t you give Murakami credit?

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