Perfect for me is imperfection. I have been lucky enough to have dated/married some girls I thought were perfect, despite their imperfections. I think it is a state of mind. I’m confined to a wheelchair because I was shot by an idiot, but I still have moments when I think my life is pretty perfect. In fact, the last girl I had sex with had multiple orgasms within two minutes… she said that had never happened before. That made me happy… and seemed perfect at the time. It’s all about confidence (and having a dick that’s slightly above average). I mean, I can’t move that much, and I pleased this chick more than any “capable” man ever has… something is perfect about that.