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I'm not usually the type of person to join dating websites but my friends convinced me into it. They say that I'm too picky and that websites could narrow down the search. It does beat dating countless girls in real life who have major flaws I cannot deal with. I might be shallow or a perfectionist but I can't help it. It's the way I am. I hope the Internet will help me find my ideal girl.

I've always searched for the perfect girl or a girl that resembles Miley Cyrus. A cute, innocent, girl who has a sense of humor and a country edge to her. Miley Cyrus is an idol to many young teens out there and I adore her for that. It also helps if she's not afraid to cuddle or kiss in public. I'm a sensitive guy and I like public display of affection. Having a life goal or dream wouldn't hurt as well. Perseverance takes my breath away. I also adore confidence. To be honest I find confidence to be sexy.

I posted all the main facts about me in this dating website description page and then went looking for results. Out of 5 pages of more then 100 profiles only one caught my eye.Her name is Bridget. She has light brown hair and dark Hazel eyes. She's from Texas and has a southern accent. She likes men that are sensitive yet aggressive, who put passion into anything thing they do. She loves to cuddle on a soft bed or beach and her idol is Shakespeare. Her life long goal is to be a famous writer, writing about romance novels for teens. Her quote is " Never give up ".

I was blown away when I read her description. I had to contact her and set a meet up no matter what. When I did, she replied back that we should meet at the train station near Ottawa Street. I accepted with a huge grin on my face. Finally I found a person that likes to cuddle and who is full of confidence. I also noticed that her idol is a sign that she has a soft poetic side to her. I couldn't be any happier with my find. Now to get some sleep and wake up for the amazing day I'll be having tomorrow.

We met up and connected immediately as we stared each other in the eye. Her eyes were so heavenly, it was like an angel was looking at me. We thought similar when it came to politics and liked the same types of food. I adore everything about her.We left the station and headed for her house. She lived in the " ghetto " part of town. I knew then that this was too perfect to be true. But I didn't care. It was just me and her now, alone. We're all human we're not perfect. She taught me something that valuable.She is my ideal girl.