Ben watched her as she turned away, surprised by the redness in her cheeks, and curious about it. He tilted his head to the side some, reaching out to place his hand against her shoulder with a chuckle, "Well, I suppose it would depend on if you were or not..."
He then drew his hands away and shrugged, "Who's to say I haven't already found that perfect woman in my life? But really, I don't know... i suppose she'd be brunette, with beautiful eyes. She'd have a wonderful smile, and always have that smile on, because she loves life and is excited about it. Enjoys it. Wants to live it. She's strong willed, not afraid to admit she's scared but doesn't back down in the face of that fear."