Okay, this is where I am
currently figuring myself out. I am a hopeless romantic. I believe in soul
mates. I believe in the stars aligning. I believe in all that mumbo jumbo. But
here is my present goal dealing with my love status: stop looking for the one.
I think the problem with having a person be “the one” is the expectations I
place for this perfect trophy guy. Has to be taller than me. Has to be
funny. Has to have brown hair with blue eyes. Charming. Intelligent. Genuine smile.
Not lazy, but also not overly active. Mysterious. Passionate about music. The
list goes on. I raise my expectations to such a high standard that it is
impossible to ever have a guy be the one. But it’s not entirely my fault (I
like to think this, so let me). In high school, there was this boy. I thought
about him none stop. Butterflies, uncontrollable smirks, you name it. I had them.
I thought this guy was so charming and funny. Anyways, I got to know him, but
then he became the boy that got away. Touchy subject so I will not go into
detail. I resent myself for being so picky with every guy that has comes my way.
I am so unbelievably hooked on a certain type because of this boy. I blame him.
Okay that’s not fair. I
don’t actually blame him. I blame those deceptive Nicholas Sparks books/movies.
Media ruins everything. It cements all these qualities that women need to look
for in a guy. Men don't have a chance. I have gotten to the point where I give up. And you know what, I
think it’s a good thing. I shouldn’t be caught up in boy drama. I should focus
on my studies and my friends. I don’t need a guy in my life at this moment. But
I can’t help to hope for a happily ever after. I want to find a person that
brings out the best of me. A family is definitely in my wishes. The thing is, I
don’t want to keep searching for the right one. God has a plan for my life and
I need to trust Him. It won’t mean I’ll sit back and expect someone to
miraculously appear. I won’t be afraid to take chances. I have mentally
shredded the list and have made a self-pact to be accepting of fate taking its
course.
This post makes makes me think of the character, Ted Mosby, from the show "How I Met Your Mother" with his search for "the one" with all of his expectations. But I think that it's good that you have "shredded" your mental list. I am sure you will meet "the one" in due time. And I too hold Nicholas Sparks at fault for ruining the reality of relationships.
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