When we were young, we would always pretend to be mature and ask our friends, "What is your ideal type?" After the other person finished answering, they would ask themselves, "What about you?" So while we were happy that the qualifying question was exactly what we wanted, we proudly said the image that we had secretly imagined for a long time in our hearts, "Be sunny, be handsome, be nice to only me..."
We will have the same problem when we grow up, but we will become more reserved, "He'd better be considerate, meaningful, and capable..." We can't make people feel too greedy, and try our best to cover up our perfectionism.
It's just that love never follows the script. What you meet is your ideal type, but will the place you choose also be that ideal type? He is introverted, but he can talk humorously and be quick to touch; he is carefree, but he illustrates another kind of single-mindedness. If it were you, who would you choose?
It's just that love never follows the script. . .