When I was a young man, I asked God for 'the perfect woman' (no, I wouldn't deem to go into details), and I was given almost instantly a woman who met my qualifications (to extents that are esoteric enough that I thought it 'right').
Except for one thing.
I didn't ask for her to love 'me'.
The reason I even mention it (other than the obvious, that you, gentle reader, might learn by my mistakes), is that she looked (except for one discrepancy) exactly like the picture from the "What's Wrong With This Picture?" post below (her eyes are blue, which is an unfortunate side effect of the mix --in real life they were green). I'd have picked 'green' in a list box.
I'd take black or blonde as colors instead of red, too. Brown, I'm a bit pickier on (lots of crappy shades there).
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