I've searched for the holy grail. Perfection. Wouldn't be so easy if it existed? Not a chance.
I was at a bar one night. Not a real bar, but a raw bar. You know, oysters,clams, etc. I'm sitting by myself eating a dozen raw,cold oysters. Drinking a gin and tonic. I look over to my left and the most amazing looking woman is sitting next to me. I strike up a conversation, and we chat for awhile. I ask her her name. She says her name is Zen. What a perfect name. This woman is so perfect. So Zen. Without even trying. Her body is something that guys dream about. So perfect. She talks so intelligent. I imagine that she works as a curator in an art museum, or as a yogi master in some funky yoga studio in Bali, or Malibu. This woman is perfect. I found my Zen. We part with a handshake, but I have to say, not a day goes by without me thinking of Zen. I think I'm in love. With Zen. I would do anything to have Zen. It would be an understatement to say I fantasized about Zen...
Time passes and one day I find myself in the same raw bar. I'm eating chicken wings. drinking a Pabst. I'm watching the game on the TV and I feel a tap on my shoulder. A tap so tender, yet assertive, I know without looking that it's Zen. I turn around from the bar and there she is. Zen. I jump up, give her a hug, and say, "It's so great to see you Zen, I was hoping I would find you again". I'm babbling on about who knows what and how I've been thinking about her all the time and I'm interrupted with "It's Jen. My name is Jen. Why do you keep calling me Zen"?
Suddenly, She no longer seems perfect. I notice the gap in her teeth, the way she slouches, heck she's not perfect at all. Not even close. One letter. One freaking letter...
So close to the Holy Grail, yet not even close. I quit looking.
Eventually, I married her, she got braces. Close enough. 24 years now...
Good for you, nice story.