The Search For Mr. Perfect

Chapter One - The List

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Author's Note

PLEASE remember while reading this book that I do not believe it's right to go through and judge everything about a guy. This was just a book idea I got at midnight when the male species managed to, yet again, piss me off. I would not encourage anyone to do this, because you might miss your perfect opportunity to meet your perfect match, plus I know us girls would definitely not want guys to do this to us, so therefore we shouldn't either.

These girls will be going, throughout the entire book, on a journey where they do right and wrong. Please remember this!

Well, I love you for taking the time to even click on this book, even if you get off as soon as you start reading, because I'm pretty sure that still gives me a read :) Enjoy!!

P.S. The spacing and stuff like it may be a bit odd, I copied it from word and don't exactly know how to fix it all. Sorry!

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“Blue eyes?”

            “No no, green.”

            “Blue!”

            “I’m telling you, green is sexier!”

            “You’re delusional! You’re just saying that because Jett has green eyes!”

            “And Jett is hands down, no questions asked, the sexiest man on this planet.”

            “Mr. Perfect does not have to be a sex god, for the last time!” I finally cut in, after I have had enough of my friends bickering. We’ve been attempting to put together the perfect guy for over an hour now, and they’ve fought on every single new idea.

            “What?! Of COURSE he has to be a sex god. I think Sky is the delusion one!” My wonderfully honest friend, Violet, says to my other wonderfully honest friend, Scarlett.

            “Agreed.” Scarlett says, laughing.

            “Guys, we have to focus! What do we have so far?” I say.

            “Connor Franta’s quiff hairstyle.” Violet repeats off the list.

            “Hugh Jackman’s Arms.” Scarlett drools.

            “You need to get over your fetish with older than, Scar.” I scold.

            “HUGH JACKMAN, ROBERT DOWNEY JR., WILL SMITH, MATT DAMON! The list goes on and on, Sky!” Scarlett yells.

            “My mom has a thing for Will Smith. That’s just weird.” Violet says in disgust.

            “THE JUDGEMENT HAS BEEN FELT.” Scarlett flops down on my bed. She may be a bit dramatic.

            “Alright then. Uhm, who do we have for abs?” I ask Violet.

            “TAYLOR LAUNTNER!” Violet basically screams.

            “No, Zac Efron!” Scarlett protests, jumping off my bed.

            “Oh, no way. Taylor has got him BEAT there. Seen Twilight? Yeah, thought so, issue solved, it’s Taylor.” Violet backfires.

            “Sky!” Scarlett pleads.

            “Sorry Scar, it’s Taylor.” Scarlett dives onto my bed once again, mumbling something about incoherent blind fools. “Hey, this is my search, why haven’t I gotten to decide anything?”