I didn't quite consider the effect dating multiple men would have on me. It sounded fun like something off of television, I could be like Carrie just in shorter shoes and with less of a horse face. The problem is, dating requires emotional energy, whether I'm taking each date seriously or not, the truth is that I do want to find that special someone and after so many fails it can get a wee bit depressing. I'm watching one of my closest friends plan a wedding, another finally falling for the guy who's been there for her for years, another is having a baby, and my sole blog follower (yes you) is madly in love. Pffft! I hate to say it, but I'm a little jealous. What about me? Is it not my time, or am I just too damn picky.
Skip that last comment, no such thing as too picky. I'm wonderful and deserve someone equally spectacular. But where are you? Is searching a sure fire way to not find you? The one man I can truly say I fell head over heels for I met on a plane. And everyone's heard this story because Mr. Charlotte, I'm still not over you.... maybe there's my problem...
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