I give you a challenge and think about it: How many of the people you’ve been in a relationship with have been what you would describe as “my type”?

Exactly! Most of us start with the stereotypes that are placed on us. The tall, dark, husky guy and the thin, blonde beauty. Teenage rooms are filled with posters of Hollywood actors and famous singers, all of them shiny, flawless, perfect. We see one film after another being thrown out that talks about love in a utopian and wrong way: The girl who waits for the prince, finds him, they get married and live without problems. Or a big, stormy – often toxic – love, which comes in an unfair way, overcomes obstacles and sacrifices and, finally, prevails.

We grow up with so many inaccurate and untrue stereotypes, that we end up looking for things that don’t exist. People and situations that do not exist in real life. We spend time on non-existent fictional stories and end up lonely and disappointed.

Until someone approaches us. Good looking; Well, not like Brad Pitt. Successful; Hard in a country still struggling to overcome its demons. Committed? It is excluded, because we have been told that no one is. You look around. So is the person next to you in the office. And the neighbor of the opposite apartment. And the one who shops next door at the supermarket.

You ask yourself: Well, is everyone like that? Where is the perfect one?

And then you decide to do your friends who hurt you a favor and say yes to that date with “Mr. Average”. The conversation flows pleasantly, you discover, to your surprise, that the person in front of you is very interesting, so much so that you would never know if you hadn’t given it a chance. You leave the date and feel the need to send that funny video you saw. Then a good morning. Then a proposal for a new meeting. And before you know it, feelings grow and lead where you would never imagine: Into a love affair.

And finally, love came from where you least expected it. And the chance you gave was worth it. And the “mediocre gentleman” is not mediocre at all. He’s a human, just like me, you, just like the Hollywood stars, once the lights go out. Lies. He is even better. Because he is a man with special gifts. And you found out when you finally stopped looking in the wrong place and turned to look in the right direction.