So who is this Mr Perfect?

As women get older, the criteria gets higher (or is it deeper?). In high-school it truly was all about who was the cutest guy. Personality didn’t quite count that much save for the fact that he had to be coool.

In the early 20s, with a bit of adolescence left over, it essentially was quite the same but with a bit more flavour. He needed to be romantic, caring, funny, and sensitive (but not pansy sensitive).

Fast-forward seven years later, and here I am in my 27^th year. Floppy soft hair and puppy dog eyes have been overridden by the need for security. Popularity has been taken over by similar values. And even romance takes back seat to the ‘can I trust him with my life and eventually kids?’ factor.

It’s funny how the world works in such odd yet perfect ways. For all the guys in school that were never given a second glance, suddenly with all their drive in work, good job to match, nice home security, and mostly- a plan in life – these guys are the ones who are in demand now.

A friend of mine was pointing this see-saw approach to the difference between the female and male gender as well recently. In high school, girls are the ones getting all the attention with the guys clambering all over them like lost puppy dogs, hoping to score with at least one chick once during their school years so they can keep their reputation. In the working world, the balance begins to shift. Guys go up in demand, women get scared that their stock is falling to the younger females, and the power of being begins to shift.

But I digress. So who is Mr Perfect? I’ve been watching a lot of Sex & The City recently. Not a very good measure for advise I know, but somehow, as I grudgingly make my way into my late 20s and early 30s, I’m somewhat comforted by the thought of four successful women who still don’t quite have all the answers. I guess the real question is, will I end up a Miranda, Carrie, Samantha or Charlotte?