My First Descriptive Essay

The Perfect Man

When he walks in the room my heart skips a beat. Tall, dark, and handsome is the description he fits. His smile is almost as mesmerizing as his chocolate brown eyes. My perfect man is everything I have ever prayed for and so much more. His 6’1 build towers over me as he leans in for a kiss. His lips are smooth and his kisses are always sweet. This is what the perfect man would be like to me.

As a young girl I once attended a youth conference that was geared towards keeping yourself pure and still finding the man of your dreams. The speaker said “Never settle until you truly find someone who fits your standards.” I didn’t realize how dear that saying would become to me over the years as I grew from a girl to a young woman. When I returned home that night after the conference I made a list of traits that I wanted my “perfect man” to have. Now, as a pre-teen most of your thoughts are mainly on looks and silly personality traits, but as I grew older my standards started to mature with me. After tirelessly going through boy after boy who I thought was right for me, I quit looking at appearance and focused more on the inside.

My perfect man’s personality has to be somewhat complex. He must be more reserved than I am; I do a lot of talking. I guess you could say he is more of a listener. Although his southern boy drawl is like a sweet lullaby to my ears. He has to be grounded in his faith, more of a leader in our relationship. His passion for the Lord is contagious and he is driven by the goals that he plans to reach. His talent in music is amazing, yet he keeps a humble presence about himself. His love for me is indescribable; I see it every time I look into his eyes and I can feel it in his touch. He cares deeply for his family and would do anything for his friends. He has compassion for the homeless and those in need. He is a truly honorable and good man.

Now, I know earlier I said looks were not as important but every girl still has a type. Mine just happens to be tall, dark, and handsome. His build is lanky and as he towers over me and I have to strain my neck to look right up at his face. His dark brown hair is clean cut in the back and swoops across his forehead in the front. I could get lost in his chocolate brown eyes that are bordered by long eyelashes that touch the tip top of his eye lid. His thin; soft pink lips widen to reveal straight white teeth. He usually has a five o’clock shadow that he always seems to forget to shave. His sun kissed complexion is sprinkled by a few freckles and he has a mole above his right ear.

My perfect man may not be Noah Calhoun, but he makes me feel like I’m living out The Notebook as Allie Nelson. Others may say that a love like that does exist in real life, but tell that to my perfect man. In all honesty though, no book or movie could even begin to describe the love that my perfect man has for me. It has to be lived out daily and shown for all to see. That is why I am so blessed to be in the love with “the perfect man.”