Part of this blog is supposed to be about finding “Mr Right,” yet I’ve not written anything on the trials and tribulations about actually finding that one guy to make all the others look mediocre, the one that makes you feel like you’re the only woman on earth that is worth his time. (And I’ve recently had a lot of questions and “advice” on how to meet a nice man. I’m going to direct these people to this blog the next time that happens.)
Granted, most of what I write has something to do with men – after all, my life is one giant embarrassing moment when it comes to relations with members of the opposite sex. And, while it makes for some great fodder for this blog, it’s not spectacular for finding that special someone.
I’ve done the online dating thing, I’ve been set up with friends of friends, and I’ve gone to bars with the hopes of meeting my future husband. But what happens? I end up snorting with laughter, making jokes that he never understands, or revealing far too much about myself. (That's ABOUT, not OF. We won't go there...)
I’ve also tried to meet guys at the gym, but then I realize that I look like a giant beet gasping for air as I run (jog) at 4.5 mph with aching knees, which, of course, results in a hobbling run that largely resembles one of those creepy antagonists in horror movies that can’t run after their victims because they’re actually mutants that don’t have properly working limbs.
Ahem.
I spend most of my time in the weight room of the gym grunting and sweating my way through clean and jerks and squats. I’ve watched the guys in the gym watch me. Oh, there’s no shortage of being NOTICED by the men, they just notice me for all the wrong reasons. I don’t know if they’re intimidated or emasculated. Either way, it’s not the kind of impression I want to give to my future husband. Who do you think he’s going to go for? The woman he can sweep off her feet and carry off into the horizon, or the one that can, quite literally, sweep him off his feet, do a couple deadlifts, and then shotput him into that very same horizon?
And as for being around my older brothers’ friends that, of course, would fall in love with me at first sight? Yeah, that’s literally never been an issue (seriously, ask M – he would readily agree).
Most of the people that read this blog know me well and, therefore, know that they have to take my writing with a grain of salt and understand that there’s a lot of humour behind what I say (although most, according to M, feel very uncomfortable when I make fun of myself and to that I say…suck it. It’s a joke).
But really, when it comes to meeting The One, it’s not high on my list of priorities right now. My career is just getting started, I’m only just moving out on my own, and I’m focused on me right now. That’s not to say that I wouldn’t like to have an awesome boyfriend that could compliment where I am in my life, but I’m not desperate for one.
That being said, who doesn’t think about the time when they meet Him (your future husband, not God – that would be an entirely different post)? But I’ve yet to meet someone who gives a shit enough about me to take me as I am, warts and all (er, not that I have warts. Guys that might be reading this? I don't have warts, 'kay? Promise). I don’t want to have to compete for his affections, or wonder who else he’s “romancing.” I don’t want to have to worry about what I say to him or that he'll lose interest if I do something stupid. And I don’t want to be with a guy that I can’t wait to leave to go hang out with my friends. I want to already be with my best friend when I’m with him. But, even when I believe that I’ve found Him (again, a man, not God), something always happens that lets me know that, nope, not yet, have to keep looking!
The way I see it, though (which may not be entirely beneficial to me because, evidently, I am hardly lucky in the men department), is that I can be picky about what I want, because when I meet someone with whom I can be my complete self, I’ll want him to feel the same way with me.
Yes, the thought of being in an exclusive relationship makes me hyperventilate and gives me an unnerving need to run away. But when I meet a guy that understands that, is able to deal, and sticks with me despite my issues? That’s how I’ll know that I’ve met someone special.
I need chocolate.
Love,
Bella
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