Nobody knows who their perfect partner is until they get married and stay married for 20 years or so. Then again, since nobody is perfect...
She must be 5 foot 9 and a half, weigh exactly 138 pounds, and she must play basketball and tennis. She will have shoulder length brown hair, and anything less than shoulder length will result in an annulled marriage. If she does not know how to make chicken marsala, SHE CAN GET THE f**k OUT. She will come from a wealthy family that can provide me with all the Filet Mignon I could ever want. She will do whatever I tell her to do, and she will drop everything she is doing to do it. She will practice blowjobs until she is enough of an expert to teach a course on the matter. In fact, if I'm in the mood, and she isn't, she will get in the mood when I tell her to. If I'm not in the mood, and she even hints at wanting to touch me, I will leave her at the side of the road, and her father will give me all his money and a written apology. She will not wear Adidas shoes, only Nike is acceptable. And most importantly, most importantly, if she EVER criticizes my love of professional wrestling, she will get a Rock Bottom right in the middle of the People's Carpet, and after all is said and done, the smoke has cleared, and the millions...AND MILLIONS, of my sperm are through swimming on her face, she will never...EVER...be the same, AGAIN!
Oh, and she will be good about not filing a lawsuit. Almost forgot that part.