A perfect man
Outline:
1.-Introduction
1.1 Paulette’s thoughts
1.2 What she wanted about a man.
2.-My life and hers.
2.1 Her unhappiness
2.2 What she really felt
3.-The Paulette’s story
3.1 Her dreams
3.2 The real life
4.- The Paulette’s new life
4.1 How her life changed
4.2 How her husband realized about Paulette’s unhappiness
5.-Her new life in more detail
5.1 What her husband does
5.2 Now, her happiness
“A perfect man perfect man”
Paulette has had a horrible life; she is married to a man with no responsibility also, he just wants to sit in the sofa, and be served as if he was the master of the house. She had to start working about a year ago while taking car of their three kids, now she seems really exausted and by now I could bet she is regretting having married such an awful man; I know her since childhood and she used to have a lot of dreams about finding a perfect man. This story will describe the aspects she considered a man should have if she ever was to marry someone.
We think very similarly I thought that her perfect man would be an intelligent, very rich, obviously very handsome, easygoing man and the most important that he gives her a life, as if she were a queen. But I was wrong about what she really wanted. Once we were talking about my life and I told her: I am very happy, my life is perfect, I have two wonderful kids, a good home, an excellent family and the best of all the perfect man like we had dreamt and suddenly she started to cry, I was surprised because of the tears. I realized that her life was not so perfect as mine. She does not believe that a perfect man can exist, but however she still had a hope that someday she could find him, for her only two aspects were important: a responsible man who appreciates her in all senses.
She meant to keep a steady job, that he does not spend a lot money in alcohol, women, faithful, very responsible with the house, and kids. Sometimes I dream that he arrives very happy to the house without any drop of alcohol, very enthusiastic when he looks at us, he hugs and kisses us, he cooks a delicious plate for us, and later he makes the list of the supermarket ready to go for all the necessary to makes me happy as a wife and he does not look at me as the slave of the house, love of his kids, he enjoys time that he spends with them. Moreover, he is who washes the dishes, cleans the house, washes and irons the clothes, has the responsibility and does everything as a woman does. But all these wonderful things never happened to me. I always wake up and unfortunately it is just a dream, each time I have the same dream, I cry and ask myself why the princes do not exist or at least not here, or maybe I am not the queen of my family, My husband does not think like this, my friend said.
I cannot believe how a woman like her, tall, thin, beautiful, comprehensible, a great woman could have a horrible life. I never see her again until yesterday and she looked very different, her look was like a happy woman, her eyes reflected peace, she walked like a secure divine. She told me that her life had changed, since five years ago, it was the time that I left to see her. That day which she shared me her difficult life, the horrible and imperfect man who was her husband, heard all the conversation, so he tried to change himself. At the beginning it was not easy, there were many discussions, fights, disagreements but with time, patience, and love, now he is a perfect man, in all the aspects and my friend says that she is a new woman, she changed at the same time as him.
“I will tell you how it is a day with my new husband” she told me and the she started to describe him. The first that she said was: Obviously he is not a robot or a machine; he is a really human who changed his habits, customs, because of me. In the morning he prepares the breakfast for everybody in the house, he receives us with a big smile which gives us happiness and motivates us to do everything very happy, he takes the kids to the school, he is in charge of them, lunch, bag, uniform, etc. He goes to his job and works eight hours, and he has two hours for having a dinner. In those hours he picks up the kids and cooks for us. Then he cleans very fast the house and the kitchen, he comes back to work, calls me to ask how we are, if everything is okay, or if we need something. At night when he is at home he helps the kids with their homework, he takes them a shower, talks with us. How was our day in the school or in the house? He checks the kids´ clothes for the next day, I know this is very strange but it really happened. I just believe that the perfect man exists and I have him in my life al home. Now Paulette has a really perfect man, she had him, but with different attitude, in essence he was who she always has loved to.
