Predominantley an attribute given to a person who thinks that there is the perfect
mate waiting for them. These are people with very high self esteem who think they are the best good looking people and think that they are superior to others, but in reality they are nothing of the sort.
The most common facts about these people is the following:
Over 35, Only child in the family, Still lives with
parents, Think they are good looking, Have the same hair style since university, Have a mild
stalker streak in them, find a very patient
friend to annoy and expect this
friend to meet up whenever he/she wants.
These type of people have very few friends, and the few friends they have they annoy by calling them to tell them with how they connected with other people (these people in return never contact them back after their first meeting).
(Phone rings for the 8th time in 3 hrs)
Me: Hey. What's wrong?
Her: Why does he not return my calls or my e-mails?!? I sent him
like 5 e-mails and called him 4 times already??? He even removed me from his friends list on (social media website)! You're a
man you should know what's going on through a
man's head.
Me: .... Give him some
time...
Her: Give him some
time for what?!? I didn't do anything wrong, just gave him a 3 page poem yesterday stating my love towards him as an artist the first
time we met! He said that the poem was really inspiring. I'm a good looking
girl for my age. no?
Me: Yes yes at 43 you still look ok even though you suffer from fairy tale syndrome!
Her: As if! The guys run after me, not vice versa. When he answers me you'll know I was right. Anyway, I can always go to his country and meet up with him there. Anyways we need to
meet, my
parents will be out this weekend. Will you come and give me a massage?
Me: Sorry but I got to go as I have a meeting soon.
Her: Ok I'll call you later
Me: There is no need, I don't know when it
will be finishing.
Her: It's not a problem... Do you still love me?
Me: Hey, Sorry but I really got to go...
Her: But why is he not answering me? Do you know?
Me: Ask him, I have no clue. Catch you later.
Her: *SOB* OK... Promise to meet me next weekend...
Me: Bye bye...