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He was a success both at school and later at work. He was always looked up to by everyone. His friends were all jealous of him. There was not a man he had met that didn’t envy him. But despite all his attributes Hugh was very unhappy - unhappy because he was on his own. On his own? You might ask. Yes, on his own and it was not something recent, Hugh with all his great looks and attributes was a very lonely man. Simon, one of his close friends upon noticing this mismatch for quite a while, approached him and asked: ‘Why haven’t you got a girlfriend yet? With your looks and talk you should have a queue of candidates and a headache to decide which one to choose! Do you have a problem with women?’ "Each day is different and with it comes different ‘No, no problem at all with women, in fact I have been searching for the perfect one for quite a while now’, Hugh replied. ‘The perfect woman?’ Simon asked. ‘Yeah, someone that is on my level, that meets my standards, but I haven’t found her yet.’ Was there a queue that Hugh was unable to see? Yes, and a very long one - a queue of women that were dying to be his chosen one but got frustrated because Hugh lived on a pedestal. In their eyes Hugh had become too precious to have and too high to reach. Hugh thought of himself as so special and perfect that he snubbed every single woman that had approached him. No matter how beautiful, educated or successful they were, he was still waiting for the perfect one - one that he had created in his own mind, where he himself was also perfect. What Hugh failed to realise is that there are no perfect people.
Pr Paul Hill
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Hugh was the kind of man most women wanted, or at least he appeared to be. A strong athletic build, great looks, beautiful hair and eyes, always well dressed and very well spoken.