When I was very young, my idea of the perfect man was determined by my TV watching habits. My ‘perfect man’ was a cross between the following gentlemen:
Michael Praed (Robin of Sherwood in the UK TV series ‘The Adventures of Robin Hood’)
Patrick Swayze (Johnny in the movie ‘Dirty Dancing’)
Christopher Plummer (Captain Von Trapp in the movie ‘The Sound of Music’).
All very handsome men.
At some point, the image of a ‘perfect man’ shifted towards Nigerian men, embodied in the person of Richard Mofe-Damijo (RMD) in the Nigerian TV series, ‘Checkmate’.As I moved from my teens into my twenties and thirties, the ‘perfect man’ as prescribed by my TV watching habits began to have varying and often contradictory descriptions:
He must be as cool as Taye Diggs.
He must be able to sing like Usher Raymond.
He must have martial art skills like Jean Claude Van Damme.
He must be funny like Eddie Murphy.
He must be sultry and speak musical-sounding English like Antonio Banderas.
He must be handsome and unnecessarily complicated like Idris Elba (in ‘Luther’).This obviously could potentially be a never-ending list.
If you were to merge the descriptions of all of these men, the result would be a weird hybrid of a man who would manage to both enthrall and annoy you at the same time.
In the end, TV is a great escape, and I am always suitably entertained.
In reality, a good man who is one’s match in all the right ways is what is actually needed.
Looks are great, but compatibility is essential.
Now…I’ll just stare at this picture of Blair Underwood…