i met the perfect man when i was four

two words: Gilbert. Blythe.

i grew up loving this flawless specimen of maledom, watched him grow from a dashing young scamp into a heart-melting, tear-jerking,  quintessential man.  let's walk through his perfection, shall we?

1) he's tall, dark, and handsome.
2) he's foreign.
3) he's got an accent.
4) he's really good at apologizing.
5) he's devoted.
6) he's smart.
7) he's ambitious, i.e., he knows what he wants (you/anne) and he is going to do whatever it takes to get it (you/anne), even if that means waiting for like 10 years.
8) he's a doctor.
9) his last name means happy/cheerful.
10) he's got great fashion sense.
11) moments 8:07-10:39 of this clip.

and really, what more do you need?  now, don't get me wrong.  i love mr. darcy (the REAL mr. darcy), dimitri, and jim halpert as much as the next girl, but there is something about gil and his undying love for a melodramatic diva with red hair.  because as you watch him love annoying anne for 6 hours, you just know that if there was some way to bridge the barrier between you and avonlea, you would blow his mind.

i guess what i'm trying to say here is, gilbert, i would give you diamond sunbursts and marble halls because the only one for me is you.