kişiden kişiye değişebilecek bir tanım oluşturur zihinde. ne kadar farklı kişilik varsa, o kadar farklı zevk ve imge eşlik eder. bu yüzdendir ki, kişiler sevgiden bahsederken hep öznel ölçütler kullanır. birinin sizi sevmediğini düşünüyorsanız, bunu dikkatli bir şekilde incelediğinizde aslında beklediğiniz tepkinin, sizin sevginizi gösterme şeklinizle örtüştüğünü fark edersiniz. oysa, herkesin sevgisini gösterme şekli farklıdır. bazı insanlar ufak bir tebessüm ve sıcak bir sözle yapabilirken, bazı insanlar da hiç dile getirmeden sevebilir. bir ölçüt oluşturmak şart ise, mükemmel erkeğin ana özelliklerinden biri kesinlikle saygı olmalıdır. saygı, beraberinde getirdiği tüm duygulara anlam katar. sonrasında sevgi, sadakat gibi duygular buna eşlik edecektir.
sabah karısını/sevgilisini rahatsız etmeden işine giden, gelirken elinde iki ekmek ve yoğurt olan erkektir. aynı zamanda bu erkek perdeleri asar, ütüleri yapar, pilavı yapar, bulaşığa yardım eder. dimi kızlar mükemmel erkek budur?
yalan atmayan, alin teriyle ve anlinin akiyla parasini kazanan, kadina el kaldirmayip saygi duyandir.
okumadiysada, kitap okuyarak bir nevi kendini gelistiren, gereksiz yere kari kiz pesinde kosmayan erkektir.
I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can't believe you kiss your car good night
C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right!
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Okay, so you've got a car
That don't impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much
You think you're cool but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't impress me much
Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something...
Oo-Oh-Oh
That don't impress me much!
