Last night I was listening to Smashing Pumkpins album “Mellon Collie and the infinite sadness”, I had a glass of Lagavulin 16 year old whisky in my hand and a beautiful 20 year old blonde swedish woman gave me a backrub. I was completely relaxed and at peace with the world. I wish I’m in a similar situation when I die.
What’s your perfect moment?
Whatever it was, it probably wasn’t as good as yours!
After taking some medicine I cut a fart for about 2 minutes once. That was kinda nice although if a 20 year old blonde Swedish woman had been there to share it with me it would have been even nicer still.
If you could find a 20 year old Swedish woman who would put up with a 2 minute fart, well, yeah, that would be a perfect moment.
I could hold her by the pigtails.
What about a 20 yr old blonde Swedish woman who BUYS the 16 year old whisky for you do enjoy during your massage?
You’re a lucky man, Juggler.
C’mere Helga, I have something I want you to listen to.
Lieu: I know. Although it would have been even better had she bought the whisky as pointed out by Casey1505.
But the teeming millions must have similar stories to tell? It doesn’t have to involve swedish women. 
Well, since laughing at the image of lieu grabbing Helga by the pigtails doesn’t count, I’ll pitch my PM[sup]TM[/sup]
I can think of two, and they both involve sailing. I was sailing a 35 foot Morgan on the windward side of Michigan Island on Lake Superior. I had a couple Zimas, the weather was perfect, and the sails were set and full to a point that everything was silent. We stayed on the tack for a half hour, and nobody said a word. It was the most relaxing feeling I’ve ever encountered.
My other PM[sup]TM[/sup] was when I was around 19, and I sailed the whole length of White Bear Lake on my Hobie 16 on one pontoon.
I really need to start sailing with naked women, just to snazz up my PM’s
I tend to have really mundane Perfect Moments (in terms of those moments when all is right with the world); usually it happens on Friday nights, when my mom and I are in adjacent twin beds, scarfing down fatty foods, and watching Reba, or later that night, after Law & Order SVU, when I’m drifting off to sleep in her guest room, my dogs on the floor by the bed, making those groany little noises that they make when they’re settling down for a good snooze . . .
When I have a noteworthy Perfect Moment, involving really amazing company/food/scenery, etc., I usually ruin it by thinking about the one thing that’s missing (thus preventing Utter Moment Flawlessness ™).
A cute blonde riding shotgun, seamonkeys riding on the dash, the top down, the greatful deadplaying, the smell of Nag Champa rolling out of the vents, and a belly full of hand packed ice cream on a warm day.
Damn that makes me sound like such a hippie.
The bridal waltz at my brother’s wedding two years ago. It had got to the point where everyone was up and dancing, and I swear the love and peace in that room was tangible. I’ve never experienced anything like it before.
To see my entire family so happy was truly a perfect moment.
Went out to see my sister and her husband, who were building an addition to their house. (Literally building it – my BIL is a carpenter). It was a gorgeous, gorgeous May day, and we were all sprawled around the third floor of the addition, which was still completely open to the sky, listening to the birds and not having much to say.