Is that man that automatically causes scepticism and defense, because it can't be happening to me, is like Meg Ryan's films. Because on has, in spite of all, in some moment of uncertainty, bought and read one of those stupid magazines that explain how to think and what rimmel to use. And thus one knows that the information contained there is not trustworthy at all.
Then, one runs into someone that seems to accomplish al requeriments, even the most strange ones that boil down from the tests ("Is him your ideal man? Find it oout in five minutes), and instead of feeling the awesome and marvel of the moment, starts looking for the hidden camera.
According to Cosmo, the ideal man is kind, listens to you (and even remembers things which may not interest him that much), takes care of himself, but not more than you, goes well along with your friends without flirting, is nice enough to tell you how beautiful you look (also when is not true) and speaks about your multiple qualities, he is there when you've had an awful day (and also to be cuttled when he has had an awful day and you feel like mothering him)... and besides, is cute.
To be honest, since I found out that George Clooney lives with a pork, I had lost hope on the existence of this compendium of socalled perfections... and now, I examine quite carefully whoever might seem to have them. Another favour has done to the world... rising mistrust so much...
Or maybe Cosmo has nothing to do with it, and I've had too much of this thing for the cold. Anyway, here start my New Year Resolutions:
In 2008, whenever someone seems to have all these characteristics, I won't look for defects... (they will come up anyway by themselves!)
All Cosmopolitan without alcohol are banned from Lilithland.
And so are al Meg Ryan films, except in the cases prescripted by the law.
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