I once heard a story called Shopping for the Perfect Husband. The tale is set in the “Perfect Husband” super store, a five-story building where women go to find their perfect match.
On each of the five floors there are men with various qualities. The main rule was that once you reached any given floor, you had to select a man from that floor. If you didn’t, you could go to the next floor, not knowing for sure what you would find. The trick was that you couldn’t return to a lower floor unless you planned to leave the store husband-less.
Marianne and Joan, lifelong best friends, set off to find Mr. Soulmate. On the first floor there was a small sign that read:
“These guys love children and have good jobs.”
Joan thought that was great, but she was also curious to see what was on the second floor.
Marianne followed her up the escalator where they found a somewhat larger sign that said:
“These guys are super handsome, love children and have great jobs.”
Marianne exclaimed with delight: “Wow! Exactly what I need. Let’s take a look around.”
But, Joan said, “No, let’s go up another level and see what’s there.” Marianne followed Joan with slight reluctance.
On the third floor, the two women were astonished to find another larger sign. This time it read:
“These guys are not only super handsome, love children and have great jobs, but they are also happy to help with housework!”
Marianne’s jaw dropped. Her excitement level grew, but she could see that Joan was even more curious to see what was possible on the fourth floor.
Up the escalator they went where they encountered a slightly larger sign that virtually screamed out at them:
“Our fourth floor husbands are super handsome, love children, have great jobs, enjoy helping with housework and are great in bed!”
They were on a roll now.
Nothing could stop them. Convinced that the fifth floor would offer even better husband options, Marianne and Joan confidently took the escalator to the final floor. There they found a tiny, torn sign that read:
“This floor offers proof that women are impossible to please.”
Sometimes, in our quest for perfection, we miss out on what will make us happy…..
Wishing you love, laughter and magical kisses,