Not What I Ordered

Six foot minimum.

Good job. Good teeth.

Likes travelling.

Emotionally available.

Owns a house.

Doesn't own a cat.

And absolutely no red flags.

...Good luck with that.

Got the profile looking like a job application,

Height, salary, gym, holiday destination.

“Must be ambitious, but humble as well,

Funny, but serious, and dresses like—

Oh, what the hell?”

Swipe left, swipe right,

“Too short.” “Too keen.” “Too much hair.”

“Nice guy, but...”

There’s always a but in there.

Like this one's capacity...

Asked if I had a friend that could join us—

The audacity!

Got a checklist longer than a supermarket queue,

Looking for somebody perfect...

Then somebody walks through.

My type on paper,

But not in reality.

Funny how the things I wanted

Aren't the things I need.

He's not what I ordered,

But he remembers what I say.

And damn, that's attractive,

In a different kinda way.

He doesn't tick the boxes,

He just makes the whole room change.

Funny how the heart wants

What the checklist can't explain.

He doesn't have the jawline from the magazine,

Doesn't own a yacht, doesn't dress like a king.

I nearly wrote him off before he said hello,

Then he remembered that story from a month ago.

Asked how my mum was, remembered my drink,

Made me laugh when I didn't feel like it.

Now I'm thinking,

“Hang on... wait...”

Maybe perfect isn't looking perfect on a date.

My type on paper,

But not in reality.

Turns out the heart's got standards

That the eyes don't always see.

He's not what I ordered,

But he remembers what I say.

And damn, that's attractive,

In a different kinda way.

He doesn't tick the boxes,

He just makes the whole room change.

Funny how the heart wants

What the checklist can't explain.

Maybe I was looking for a picture,

When I should've been looking for a feeling.

Maybe all those little boxes

Were keeping out the person worth meeting.

'Cause he makes me laugh.

He makes me feel safe.

He listens when I talk.

And somehow that's enough.

He's not what I ordered,

But I wouldn't send him back.

He's got none of the things

I thought my perfect man should have.

He doesn't tick the boxes,

But he ticks something deeper in me.

Funny how the heart knows

What the checklist couldn't see.

So... six foot minimum?

Yeah, forget that.

Good teeth?

...Still important.

I'm only human.

My type on paper...

Was never my type at all.