One day....
One day I'll meet a man who reads Faulkner along with Lord of the Rings. He'll enjoy Barnes and Noble along with wakeboarding in the sun. He'll be tall enough for my heels, and have hands that can actually hold my long fingers. He'll want to make time for me, and be patient with my sparatic schedule. He won't laugh at my watching chick flicks or singing horribly to John Mayer, instead he'll watch a few with me plus James Bond and sing a long with me. He'll accept my awkwardness in stride and make up for my faults. He may even be on my brother's approval list, but we don't want to make him too unrealistic right?
For now, I'm happy to be single. For once.
Six Word: A girl can dream, can't she?
Well... Yup... Keep dreaming... :) Being single isn't so bad. I mean, we all sort of sit and wait for that perfect man to come along, but then sometimes we settle and then we break up and then we remember that we like being single until we once again expect that perfect man. Let's promise each other to stay in the "happy to be single" mode as long as possible.
ReplyDeleteOh yes please can we make a pact or something? I have great days and am so happy being single. Theres no checking my phone all the time and having to schedule myself for someone else... Its all just you now!
ReplyDeleteBut then some days I run into him a million times and just feel miserable! Somehow we need to make a be happy spell that makes you numb to all that crap!