I tend to be very wary around people who at first glance appear to be perfect. Humans are by their very nature imperfect, so when I run into someone who — sometimes compulsively — tries to project that facade of flawlessness, the alarm bells go off in my head.
Blemishes — physical or behavioral — reassure me. Perfection, however, is creepy.
It’s something we should strive for, but not something anyone should achieve.