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Not that every woman for the last several hundred years hasn’t already had this exact thought, but I just have to say again for the record that Mr. Darcy is the literal alpha specimen of the male race. Brilliant? Successful? More interested in conversation and debate than putting up with anybody’s nonsense? Aware of his own failures and shortcomings, and emotionally intelligent enough to understand his own feelings? Eager to correct his mistakes and take responsibility for them? Loyal and devoted but immediately willing to respect his woman’s boundaries? Polite and decent even when being slam dunked by the love of his life? Still turned on by his girl’s ratty-ass hair and mud-soaked dress when she turns up after walking like ten miles to Netherfield? Tries to make up for his awkwardness by inviting her uncle to go fishing for no apparent reason just to escape his own mansion? 

Show me a man who can top that. I dare you.