WARNING!!!!!
This post was written in a time of heartbreak and confusion. This is not how I see the world, this is not every-day me.... this was a rant that happened when I was in a bad place... I HIGHLY recommend you skip this one.
I promise I'm not a terribly shallow and horrible person. Even though I don't believe there is only "one true love" that I'm going to have to go all the way to China for, I believe that there is a someone for everyone (and it's going to be a very special someone who can put up with me). I hear people say that you should go out with the "wrong people" because they might turn out to be the "right people." But in my sad dating experience I can tell you that I already know that I will never make it with someone who is short, condescending, too skinny, lazy, has bad posture, is unsocial, or who has a bad tendency of putting baby in a corner. I've tried living with all this and more. I was miserable. Not worth it. I've decided I'm not going to string along a guy that I know isn't going to make the cut. I've dated enough of the "wrong" (for me) people that I usually know by the first date if I've hit another "wrong."
My biggest problem in attempting to play this game is I haven't been able to develop a truly effective strategy... I can never get a date with the "right" guy. I flirt and smile and laugh... but somehow he doesn't hear me yelling "Hello gorgeous man who is smart and funny and sweet!! Pick me!! Pick me!! You'll like me, honest!!" I promise I'm not screaming "DESPERATE!!!!" I'm not that silly. I'm simply dropping the hint that I am interested..... I think....
Which brings up the question, how much interest do I show? Too little they miss it. Too much they run screaming. Am I the flower waiting for the bee or the lioness out on the hunt? Where's the happy medium where two people just find each other and live happily ever after?
I know that it's the struggle that makes the result so much more meaningful and significant, but... I just wish someone I was struggling for would struggle for me...
Solution: I need to stop struggling.
“The W Plan: Work Will Win When Wishy Washy Wishing Won't."Thomas S. Monson, President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
I need to stop whining and move on with my life. Who needs men? As awesome as they are to have around, they're a bonus, not a necessity. I need to get back to the basics, shaping my real world and not my dreamland. I need to focus on who I want to be, what I want to become. Instead of dreaming up the perfect man, I should be living up to my perfect self. Someday Mr. Right will walk by and instead of looking right through me he'll see me for who I really am. Then life will be grand and we'll live happily ever after. Until then I'm grand with just me, myself, and I...
This is where I get off of my blog and go do something actually worth doing.
...See ya soon! ;)
This post was written in a time of heartbreak and confusion. This is not how I see the world, this is not every-day me.... this was a rant that happened when I was in a bad place... I HIGHLY recommend you skip this one.
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Currently being in the dating game, I understand that it is a game requiring good tactics and refined skill.... both of which I still haven't fully acquired. Don't get me wrong I've learned a lot over the years. I can remember the day when I learned how to talk to a guy.... mind you not just any guy, this was the class president, tall dark and handsome, WAY out of my league. I remember my first date when I was sixteen, a tall boy home from college who decided by date three that I should have my first kiss...Soon afterwards he disappeared off the face of the planet. Since then I've dated some, and I've learned a lot. I've learned what I like in a guy, what kind of guy I'm looking for. I've learned how to bat my eyes and flip my hair. But for some reason, I can never get on a date with the people I want to go out with....I promise I'm not a terribly shallow and horrible person. Even though I don't believe there is only "one true love" that I'm going to have to go all the way to China for, I believe that there is a someone for everyone (and it's going to be a very special someone who can put up with me). I hear people say that you should go out with the "wrong people" because they might turn out to be the "right people." But in my sad dating experience I can tell you that I already know that I will never make it with someone who is short, condescending, too skinny, lazy, has bad posture, is unsocial, or who has a bad tendency of putting baby in a corner. I've tried living with all this and more. I was miserable. Not worth it. I've decided I'm not going to string along a guy that I know isn't going to make the cut. I've dated enough of the "wrong" (for me) people that I usually know by the first date if I've hit another "wrong."
My biggest problem in attempting to play this game is I haven't been able to develop a truly effective strategy... I can never get a date with the "right" guy. I flirt and smile and laugh... but somehow he doesn't hear me yelling "Hello gorgeous man who is smart and funny and sweet!! Pick me!! Pick me!! You'll like me, honest!!" I promise I'm not screaming "DESPERATE!!!!" I'm not that silly. I'm simply dropping the hint that I am interested..... I think....
Which brings up the question, how much interest do I show? Too little they miss it. Too much they run screaming. Am I the flower waiting for the bee or the lioness out on the hunt? Where's the happy medium where two people just find each other and live happily ever after?
I know that it's the struggle that makes the result so much more meaningful and significant, but... I just wish someone I was struggling for would struggle for me...
Solution: I need to stop struggling.
“The W Plan: Work Will Win When Wishy Washy Wishing Won't."Thomas S. Monson, President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
I need to stop whining and move on with my life. Who needs men? As awesome as they are to have around, they're a bonus, not a necessity. I need to get back to the basics, shaping my real world and not my dreamland. I need to focus on who I want to be, what I want to become. Instead of dreaming up the perfect man, I should be living up to my perfect self. Someday Mr. Right will walk by and instead of looking right through me he'll see me for who I really am. Then life will be grand and we'll live happily ever after. Until then I'm grand with just me, myself, and I...
This is where I get off of my blog and go do something actually worth doing.
...See ya soon! ;)
