So i figured out yesterday what will ultimately determine whether someobdy is the perfect woman for me.

It's a friday afternoon, maybe the start of a 3-day weekend, maybe not. One of us decides that we are in the mood for some really good barbeque. I say, "let's drive to Texas." Becuase there is this place in Fredericksburg Texas that has the best barbeque in the world. It's a day and a half trip out there and another day and a half back, all for some really good barbeque which we don't even know if it'll be there when we get there. Maybe the place closed or burned down. So of course at first, she'll be like, "we can't drive to Texas." That's the expected first reaction from anyone to that type of suggestion. But the perfect woman for me will stop for a second and go, "well... why CAN'T we drive to Texas? Sure, let's go to Texas." So we hop in the car and take off down the I-10, driving through the night, getting into Texas sometime Saturday afternoon. We stop and sightsee along the way, chill in Fredericksburg for a while. If it's a 3-day weekend, maybe we spend the night there and don't start driving back until Sunday afternoon, grabbing lunch at the same barbeque place again and eating pork and brisket with the best homemade sauce in the speaking world until our stomachs are going to burst. We get back into LA completely exhausted and weary from the road, but it doesn't matter. It's been a great fucking weekend, simply because we were brave and crazy enough to just say "fuck it" and "why not." And that is my perfect woman.