So here's how the story goes. Life is great. I'm happy, and basically everything is going my way. I'm totally satisfied with myself, God, my job, and my relationship status of "single."
Then, just as things seem like they couldn't go any better, I sort of inadvertently make the decision to start CASUALLY dating a girl that seems to want nothing more than to get married as soon as possible (not that she's said it, just implied it).
I like being single. It's fun to date around and just have a good time (no, I'm not a player). I like keeping my options open, and I just can't justify taking the risk that relationships involve (again) on anyone I've met in the past 24 years. Well, there is one person, and it's not likely that any of you have ever met her (not Jessica...k thx), but it's not even a possibility right now, because she lives a long, long way away.
That's my luck, I suppose. I fall for a girl who's only living in my city temporarily. Way to go, Billy.
I'm terribly picky about girls I date. No girl I've dated in the past year and a half has lasted more than 2 weeks. I know what I want, and if I don't see it, there's really no point in sticking around. It will just make things harder.
The problem is, I've seen what I wanted in a select few girls, but have seldom pursued anything with them. Why? Because I'm a poon.
I need something good to happen outside of work (in my personal life). Work has been outstanding, school has been pretty good, but my social life has been a huge mess. I have friends here, but they all live in Fort worth, and i live an hour from there.
Okay, I needed to vent. Sorry for the crappy mood I'm in.
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