Thank goodness I'm not married.
I mean, I'm sure marriage is great and all, but it's a good thing that I personally am single at this point in my life.
I say this because I've been looking back at all of my relationships that I've had, and while a lot of them have been great, they've all ended (obviously, there's only going to be one relationship that doesn't actually end). At the time of break-up I'm usually pretty sad, regardless of whether I ended it or not. But now I'm so happy that I didn't end up with a lot of those guys. Not that those guys aren't great. But they weren't the perfect fit for me. And I know that there will be someone, somewhere, who is. The more I date people, the more I know what I'm looking for in a companion. ( Jimmy had this that I liked and that that I didn't like. And Bobby had this that I loved and that that I hated.) And because I'm learning more and more what does and doesn't fly for me, I'm becoming more and more grateful that certain relationships didn't work out. (Does that sound harsh? I don't mean it to.) I'm grateful they happened though because they taught me a lot and they're helping me narrow down/lengthen my "Things to Look for in a Potential Husband" List. I'm getting a clearer picture of him all the time. Of course that picture is figurative. Though a literal picture would be nice.
The one downfall of this constant learning experience I call dating is that the more I know what I want my "Mister Mystery" to be like, the less likely it seems that I'll find someone with all those qualities. In short, I'm getting pickier. But picky is a good thing, right? Right. I can be patient. He'll come along eventually...
...In the mean time, I've taken to dating celebrities. You know, just to fill my calendar up a little bit while I'm waiting. Afterall, no one ever said being patient means you have to be lonely, did they? Here's a couple pictures of my most recent flings.
Me and Zac. Young love is the purest love.
Edward/Robert just can't get enough of me.
Justin. The great thing about dating a Momma's Boy is the fact that he knows how to treat a lady.
Look at the bling Gerard gave me. Too bad he's not LDS.
This one time, Ryan made me laugh so hard I peed my pants. Luckily we were in a hot tub at the time.
Sorry for the immodesty. James picked out the dress.
Oh, Brad! I love the way he looks at me. It's like I'm the only girl in the world.
When we're driving together, Daniel likes to show off and drive really, really fast. I like it cause it gives me an excuse to grab on to his bulging biceps.
Johnny and I back when I had bangs. Just look at him! Gorgeous.
And now, for the one guy that I would never, ever, EVER have broken up with. The world just came between us. Well, the world and a bunch of Fried Peanut-Butter and Banana sandwiches. Here he is, the first and foremost love of my life.
Elvis and I on our first date.
The best day of our lives. Until we meet again, My Love!