The perfect guy picks me up at my house for a date.With him he has a bouquet of tigerlilies, my favorite. He greets me with a big smile and a hug and whispers huskily in my ear,"I couldn't wait to see you." On the ride there we talk constantly about everything and anything. I never have to worry about what I say with the perfect guy. The music we listen to is an eclectic mix of songs that he thought I'd like to hear. He doesn't have to ask , he just knows what I like. When we arrive at the restaurant he places his strong hand on the small of my back. He likes any excuse to get close to me and I don't mind. The perfect guy smells so good, that intoxicating just showered smell and slightly damp hair. He dresses simply but well. When we get to the restaurant I order whatever I'd like and I don't feel the need to be girly and not eat. Once we are seated the perfect guy comments on how nice I look. Other much more attractive women pass the table but his eyes never once leave my own. After dinner we take a walk along the lake front and go to the park. We sit on the swings beneath the stars and talk about our hopes and dreams. The perfect guy senses that I am cold and puts his jacket around my shoulders and lets his arm linger their and softly kisses my forehead. When he takes me home he takes my face into his hands and kisses it gently. He assures me that he will call me the next day. I have no doubt that the perfect guy will do this. As I walk up to my door he watches me the whole way and doesn't leave until he is assured that I am safe. The perfect guy thinks to himself,"I am so lucky."