The Pretty, Tiny, Blonde Girlfriend Factory…
What was wrong with her? She was so pretty!
Yes, she was very pretty and she was a very “nice” girl.
People say I’m way too picky in dating.
“You shouldn’t be so picky, you’ll end up alone!” They say.
I guess I don’t understand what this means?
Another question that I often get is, “What is your type?” As if women come in music genres or are displayed like pies at the local bakery,
“I’ll take that one please!”
I only wish it were that simple. I don’t really have a “type” not in the same sense that they mean it anyway, though if you were to ask my Mother, she would have you believe that all of my past girlfriends have come out of the same factory; the pretty, tiny, blonde girlfriend factory, located somewhere down in central Florida… Orlando maybe?
While it’s true that most of them have been blonde haired, that’s merely a pleasing feature to my eyes, much in the same way that over the years now, my parents have had four German shepherds. One will grow old and die as pets do and within a week’s time, a new beautiful German shepherd puppy is there to fill its place. So, maybe I do the same thing with blondes… I guess?
Believe me, they’ve all been “nice” girls. For me though that wasn’t enough. There ARE amazing women out there; I know it, and if I‘m being honest with myself (and with you) I’ve met a few women who I would be willing to marry in a heartbeat, if they’d have me.
Not because I can’t find a good girlfriend though. I’ve had lots of good girlfriends; I’ve never had any trouble with that. It’s not because I want to play the field either; I find the whole causal thing to be quite boring actually. I’m still single because I haven’t found “her” yet.
Believe me though, I’m looking. I’m always looking.
The truth is for me, I can tell within an hour or so, if I would marry someone or not.
How is that even possible, right?
It’s only possible because I know EXACTLY who I am. When you have that sort of information, things become crystal clear, sort of like the Matrix. I know what will work for me and what NEVER will. Of course I haven’t figured it all out yet. Look, sometimes even I get tricked. Even I get stuck in the “chic-sand” from time to time.
So then, what about the ones I would be willing to marry in a heartbeat?
I just met a girl just this last week that I would marry in a heartbeat.
She is truly an amazing woman. She has what so many women are lacking these days.
If Sarah says she will do something, she does it. Sarah doesn’t talk bad about other people, she doesn’t pretend to be too busy, so as to seem like more of a challenge. If Sarah says she’s going to call you, your phone rings. She is honest. She believes in love, but isn’t afraid to be alone. If you ask her a question, she thinks about it before she even speaks. She listens when I talk, and doesn’t stare at her phone the whole time. She loves bourbon over ice, but doesn’t blame it for her choices. She doesn’t obsess over her looks or about her exes. She says thank you. She thinks Facebook is sad, and would rather read a book or be outside. She is generous. She has true friends and understands that being a good friend is about doing for the other person. She doesn’t take the little things for granted either. She doesn’t expect to be taken care of. When she asks about my day she means it. She volunteers, she gardens, she even finds time to bake me bananna bread. It’s safe to say, I’m hooked!
Sarah is my next-door neighbor and she is ninety years old.
If I could find a girl who had even a tenth of her character, I’d marry her right on the spot.
and so I’ll stay single until I do, because for me, having anything less than that, just isn’t worth it.
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