You know, it's funny. I was always the boy-crazy one growing up (okay, who am I kidding? I still am) and yet I sit here, over 3 years since my ex-husband left, and I am still as single as I was the day he left. I watch shows like Grey's, PP and Nip Tuck to get my romantic feeling fix and I drink out of a cup labeled "slut" (don't get ahead of yourself, there's a memory behind that cup. Yea, that sounds even worse) and I sit here and wait for Mister Right.
I can tell you who Mister Right is not.
The ones that continue to play with my head in goals to boost their egos. You know, the ones that say everything you want to hear, make you swoon and then leave you wanting more doing anything but giving you more.
The date I had last night. That was defiantly not Mister Right. I wouldn't say he was Mister Wrong - he had the nice guy working for him but the lack of physical attraction says, "You will never work". I've had a lot of those...."Hey, your nice but I'm not swooning so...." You know how that ends.
And then you have Mister Right, or who you think could be Mister Right just because you can drop yourself in some kind of fantasy land to suit your "romantic feeling fix" (because Greys, PP and Nip Tuck can only cut it so much). It's the guy across the way. The one you've been making eye contact with, that you get butterfly feelings everytime he's around and it didn't hurt that you were so physically attracted to him you could pee your pants. And for "Mister Right", or who you assume is Mister Right, you sit and wait. Right now...his name is Seth.
Sincerely Yours,
I've always wanted to date a criminal
14 years ago

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