An Instant Spark with a Perfect Match

Perfect. Complete in all respects.

Tom Cruise said it best when he professed his undying love to actress Renee Zellweger in the movie 'Jerry Maguire'. “You complete me!” are the famous words that took Americans and Canadians by storm! You complete me? Is there such a thing or is it some made up phrase that realistically bears no truth in the actual world? Are we really able to find the perfect match, and if so, how do we know what the term ‘perfect match’ truly means? Some people think opposites attract while others deem most ‘perfect matches’ talk alike or even look alike. Does this hold true? If so, is there studied evidence to demonstrate these assumpations?

Here I stand - a living, breathing witness with proven answers to my own mind boggling question. After a two year experience of witnessing it first hand, I know now the answer lies true, ‘perfect matches’ do exist, and my sister is living proof, here is their story…

Everyone knows her for her quirky sense of humor and sarcastic demeanor. Everyone loves her. He came into her life after several heartaches only to sweep her off her feet and show her that no two people are more alike than they. He’s tall, fair and handsome as they come. With shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes he captured her heart at first glance. She, on the other hand is fairly petite with long curly dark hair and dreamy fluttering eyes. They met 2 years ago, and have remained best friends since their first encounter. While most people find it challenging to understand my sister’s silly sense of humor, the two of them understand each flawlessly. They care for each other in such a way their presence together exudes adoration and compassion. They love their Thursday night Pizza outings; enjoy traveling, shopping, and most of all, doing it all together. They can sit out till the wee hours in the morning and talk non stop about anything under the sun and the moon.

He taught her how to be strong. She taught him how to be open. They both brought so much love into their expedition two yeas ago that it will, no doubt, last them this lifetime and the next. They are carefree and free spirited and have a love for life in every aspect.

They are now engaged and will take their magical relationship onto a new journey bound for a lifetime of experiences. Their wedding is a year and a half away….and I am sure it will be just as beautiful as they are. They are the true epitome of a perfect match and have proven my theory to hold true. There is such a thing. My definition is simple. A Perfect Match is when mutual love is shared between two willing people. It is when respect is their lifelong goal and enjoying an existence together is their mission!

It's a Boy Story!

Ok. I have succumbed to the war between men and women, for now anyway. I am outnumbered, and there’s no way out. It’s been exactly two weeks since I’ve been living with two men, make that four males including my canine pals Rock & Roll. And, as of next week, the number will rise to five. FIVE! V’s best-friend has been great to have around……and I’m sure it will be just as nice when Rocco arrives, but, being the only female in the ‘casa’ I need to figure out a survival strategy. The remote control has been everything the name stands for – ABSOLUTELY REMOTE! I have lost power over the TV and unfortunately, my evenings now consist of watching American Chopper, Monster Garage and The Soprano’s. My Survivor, Apprentice and Bachelor days are long gone. Instead, I have to pretend I enjoy watching an obnoxious rugged man with a bad moustachegoatee combo yell at his sons as they assemble hideous looking bikes. Not my cup of cerveza! As I sit here pretending to be entertained, my mind begins to wonder. I need to find something to do. My initial idea was to export cacti to Canada as a side business to help keep me busy. Thanks to the guys, I have come up with a better plan. I will look into supplying natural gas from the comfort of my own living room. If I could supply natural gas from home, I’d be a billionaire by now. I’m afraid to light a candle with the fear of blowing up the house. Contrary to Carrie Bradshaw on Sex and the City, her super-embarrassing moment of farting in bed is not something these men can relate to. Instead, it’s all about ‘out-farting’ each other, that’s what brings them satisfaction and contentment. They even compare the sounds of their farts…which are louder, quieter, smellier or wetter…fascinating. I will now move on to my next revolting discovery. I woke up one morning and made my way downstairs to have breakfast and watch Regis & Kelly before heading out to school. Halfway through the show, I decided I had to pee. I walked over to the main floor washroom and was devastated to find floating particles in the toilet bowl. I nearly fainted as my peanut butter and jam toast quickly made its way back up. Just as I began to gather my composure, the muchacha (cleaning lady) showed up. I had to warn her not to clean that washroom with fears she might think it was me. That evening, I confronted the men and asked the culprit who left the remnants of last nights dinner to step forward. Instead I got two men and a plunger! They made a splashing discovery - too much paper had clogged the plumbing, yeah right, that’s all that clogged the plumbing! The problem was quickly resolved and off to dinner we went…umm appetizing.

A few evenings later, while watching TV, my lovely significant other decided to swat a fly in my direction. I felt something hit my forehead and fall to the ground. While the guys found this hilarious, I frantically jumped off my seat in desperation for someone to help remove the bits and pieces of the dead fly off my forehead. At such a desperate time of need, the response I got was devastating. The men were laughing uncontrollably as I was in hysterics bouncing around the room screaming for someone to help. No one came to my rescue.
So clearly, amongst everything I’m lacking in what makes my life normal, the thing I miss most is the companionship of a female. The only thing I have are my fashion magazines to help keep me up to date with falls latest looks, hair tips, new colors in make-up and sex tips of the month. Every now and then I blurt out things like, “Wow, tall boots and tapered pants are in this season!”, or “Do you think dark blue eyeliner will really bring out my eyes?” The reaction I get is priceless. I have to admit, at least they try to engage in conversation that doesn’t include bikes, cars or mechanics. Even though they look at me dumbfounded, their response makes me chuckle “Yes Mar, your new hair color looks great!” or “Why wear makeup, girls look better all natural!” I can’t help but laugh. All in all, it’s been fun being one of the guys and having more than one of them around has been productive. Thus far, my team of X-men have fixed the plumbing, repaired the oven along with several other things around the house. So, needless to say they are handy. Now, the only thing they need to ‘work on’ is their ability to engage in productive girl-talk with the only ‘girl’ in the house. Men, can’t live with em’, can’t live without em’!