There’s a wonderful Sufi story about two friends who are catching up after not seeing each other for some time. One is married, the other single. The married man asks his single buddy about his love life. The single friend explains that a few months ago he thought he had found the perfect woman. “She had a gorgeous face,” he says. “Her looks were incredible.” “So why didn’t you marry her?” his friend asks. “Well,” explains the single friend, “she wasn’t very intelligent.”
He goes on to explain that a few weeks later he found another woman he thought was perfect. “She was as beautiful as the first woman and brilliant as well.” “So why didn’t you marry this woman?” his friend asks. “Well, she had a voice that sounded like nails on a blackboard” . The married friend nods, but before he can say anything the single friend continues: Then, just last week I finally met the perfect woman. She’s beautiful, she’s intelligent, and her voice is soothing and relaxing.” “So when’s the wedding?” the married friend asks. “There won’t be one,” the single friend explains. “It turns out she’s looking for the perfect man.”
