In Which I Delegate My Personal Life
I mean, I can’t really complain too much. I’m moving away this summer, so there is little point in entering into an actual relationship. (Though you’ve got to admit that it does make for entertaining blog material.) But I do find it frustrating that no matter what I do or how I meet these guys, I always manage to end up in Crazytown.
But hold that pity party for just a minute. I was thinking about it the other day and realized that this scenario sounded awfully familiar. In fact, I had a friend in college with the exact same problem. She used to sit me down in the dining hall and go on and on about how every single guy she’s ever dated has been a total nutjob, and I would smile and nod but couldn’t help but think, “obviously not every guy in the world can be crazy, my dear. The one thing all these guys have in common is you. Either you’re the crazy one, or you just pick all the wrong guys, and in either case, the problem is not them. It’s you.”
So, fine. I get it, b*tchy college me. The problem is me. I pick the crazy ones. I can own it.
Based on this philosophy, my best friend decided to take matters into her own hands and scour the internet for the perfect men for me. Whenever she finds a good one, she helpfully emails me a link so I can check out the dude. I thought you guys might enjoy seeing the lineup.
Ready or not, here they are: my future
blog subjects dates.
What do you guys think? Any of them worth a shot? I mean, all of these guys have to be at least 85% less crazy than some of the ones I’ve already dated, right?
On second thought, maybe I’d better reconsider turning over the reins of my personal life to this particular friend… (Love you, babe.)