One afternoon, according to an Sufi tale,
Nasruddin and his friend were sitting in a cafe, drinking
tea and talking about life and love.
"How come you never got married. Narsuddin?"
asked his friend at one point.
"Well," said Narsuddin, " to tell you the truth. I spent my youth looking for the perfect woman. In
Cairo, I met a beautiful and intelligent woman, with eyes like dark olives, but, she was unkind."
"Then in Baghdad, I met a woman who was a wonderful and generous soul, but, we had no interest in common."
"One woman after another seem just right, but, there would always be something missing. Then one day, I met her. She was beautiful, intelligent, generous and kind. We had everything in common. In fact, she was perfect."
"Well", said Nasruddin's friend, "what happened? Why didn't you marry her?"
Nasruddin sipped his tea reflectively. " Well,' he replied, "it's a sad thing. Seems, she was looking for the perfect man."
