I have, on more than one occasion, been accused of being a perfectionist.  I always chuckle a little at that because my mom told me once that I was certainly not a perfectionist, or I would do things better.  (ie:not screw up so much).  I spent much of my teen years learning how to be perfect…or, like Mary Poppins, practically perfect in every way.
Every time I was teased, criticized or passed up for a date I analyzed it, added the information to the program, and rebooted.