He has just the perfect proportion of body. The right height and the most tone arm ever. He has a healthy skin tone, one that is naturally tan. His dark and lushes hair paired with his rugged look makes one wonder if such perfect man really exist. Standing around him, one can detect the faintest freshness of shampoo.
Then his phone rang and he started talking, and I just can't help but to roll my eyes and shut him out of my mind forever.
That perfect man remains to be perfect because he is a stranger that one knew nothing of. Nothing should be known. Fantasy drives perfectness, truth shatters.