The perfect girl

One of the event that really messed me up is a certain event that occured between me and a girl. Yes, like everyone else, women fucks up my well being.

She’s what I used to consider a perfect girl. Beautiful, nice, giving and does whatever I asks. She shows alot of interest in me and even an idiot not schooled in reading body language can tell that she’s interested. “She’s perfect, but why can’t I feel anything?”  That was the question I eventually asked myself when she got tired of hinting and just straight out asked me out.
I said no.

Then I realized that I just refused what my logical mind considers the perfect mate. Ever since then when someone asks me what I like in a woman, I reply with: “I don’t know”