life is lucy, i’m charlie brown
Mar 1st, 2010 by tortoise
Let me get this straight.
I meet a guy. Tall, attractive, charismatic, accomplished and hard-working. So much so, that I’m looking for flaws. There has to be at least one. I have a track record for picking … Well, let’s just say that I’ve chosen unwisely in the past.
And then he said something. I don’t even remember what he said, I just remember that it was at that point that I realized he would never be boring. Ever. Do you know how often I meet people who are never boring? Before now, NEVER. EVER. Not even ONCE. I never entertained the thought that such a person existed. It’s not even that I gave up hope that such a person existed; it’s that I never even imagined it in the first place.
He has a girlfriend.
So, let me get this straight. I met the perfect guy. He’s unavailable. And because I met him, I know he exists. And because he exists, the bar is now raised so that any other guy I would even consider would have to, at the very least, never be boring. And it took me several decades to find this guy.
Life #@$!%ing sucks.