In search for the perfect woman

[بوح]

I have travelled the world in search of the perfect woman.
After 10 years of search, Iam determined to go home.

My best friend asked me:

-- So? You have finally met your perfect woman?

I told him

-- To the south, yes, I found the most beautiful woman. Her eyes were embers, her hair was golden and her body, similar to that of a goddess.

My friend was enthusiastic:
-- Oh my Lord! You have made her your wife?
-- Unfortunately I couldn't, She turned out not to be perfect, because she was very poor.

So, I explored the North and I met a woman who was more rich that all women of the earth combined! She did not even know how big was her fortune!

-- So, it was the imbodiment of
Perfection, right?

-- No, I replied. The problem was that it was the most ugly creature I have ever set my eyes on during my life time.

Finally, I fled to the east and only there, I met a Women that was beautiful, rich and intelligent.
She trully was perfect ...

-- Well ... Have you married her?
Asked my friend

-- No. Because unfortunately,
This woman was also perfect in
Searching for the perfect man!


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When you search for perfection, it's
Change that you will only find ...
Disappointment. No one and nothing is perfect in
This world. We need to be ready to search and
Face imperfection, and sometimes
We should be ready to renounce our demands.
We ourselves are not perfect, why should
We expect perfection from others?

Better: don't we encouter perfection
as soon as we stop searching?

Finally, can we say that true beauty
Is truly in these small issues,
In these anomalies that make us
Be even closer to each other, being more
Similar, more worthy to love?


"Look for success, not for
Perfection. "

David Burns


from my e-mail



best regards

[ود الفحل]

read the letter from daughter to her father
A father passing by his daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the bed.

It was addressed, "Dad." With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and Mum. I’ve been finding real passion with Bill and he is so nice – even with all his piercing, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes.

But it’s not only the passion Dad, I’m pregnant and Bill said that we would be very happy. He already owns a caravan and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that’s now one of my dreams too. Bill taught me that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone and we’ll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Bill can get better; he sure deserves it!!

Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Some day I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your daughter,
Judith

P.S.: Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbour’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that’s in my desk centre drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.

[البطري]

hi everyone
any one here

[البطري]

i'd like someone to tell me about the perfect moman

[البطري]

where r u booh

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