yup. and then you get to a certain point in your life, that you begin to realize that perfection isn't a physical attribute, but one of compatibility. Of course she has to be easy to look at, but in the grand scheme of things, that's just a wee teeny tiny tip of the iceburg. I would rather have a 6 that enjoyed doing the same things as me (road trips, football games, snuggle up by the fire on a cold night with a bottle of wine), than a 9 if she thinks the outdoors is "dirty", my buddies are all asssholes, and a honey do list a mile long.

I'm at a point where my idea of perfection is less barbie doll and more woman.