I never lost hope. And, it totally paid off.

If I even have any readers of this left (doubtful)...

I won't be posting here for hopefully a LONG LONG time. Why?

I have found myself the most wonderful boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. I obviously have kissed my fair share of toads, frogs, lizards, and any other gross creature you can think of to get here. Despite my many horrible first (and last) dates I always held onto the hope that "Maybe the next one will be the one that works".

Keeping that optimism was the only thing that kept me going. Thank god I never lost that or I would have never met my current boyfriend. I actually met him in real life, not on some internet date, at a party....at my own house. When someone asks if they can bring some of their single friends, ALWAYS say yes because you never know what will happen. (Now here is where I brag)

He is so kind, considerate, thoughtful, and most importantly treats me like a queen. When I wake up hungover with makeup smeared around my eyes and smell like the 3 bottles of wine we consumed the night before, the first words out of his mouth is "you look so pretty this morning" and he means it. He accepts me when I'm at my best, but better yet at my worst; when I'm sick and look like hell he still sees the beauty in me- inside and out.

I never thought the day would come where I would fall so head over heels, and he would do the same thing.

So my only message is the classic saying... Never ever lose hope.

Third wheel

Back in October, I went on my last internet date. I met up with this out of my league super hot guy. We decided to meet up at this coffee shop pretty far from my house. It was a nice day so I decided to hoof it the 15 or 20 blocks. Well, that was a really stupid idea. By the time I got there I was sweating.

Awesome.

We meet up and he is quite handsome in real life. Conversation is a bit awkward. I get really shy when a guy I think is really attractive is even in the same room. We just so happened to be sitting by the counter where the coffee shop owner sat.

She was a totally cute girl that was very sweet. Who also joined in on our conversation. And who basically hijacked my date. I realized it was no longer my date when they talked for 10 minutes without me saying a word. I didn't know how to escape this total hell. I just sat there absolutely mortified, horrified, humiliated, and angry all at once. It was by far the longest hour of my entire life.

I left and almost said WHY DONT YOU GO BACK AND ASK HER FOR HER NUMBER HUH?>?!!? Instead I managed to mumble "yup nice to meet you bye."

I walked home completely crushed. I really have no idea why. I guess I felt like for the zillionth time in my life I lost out to the super tiny cute indie rock girl. I might like that music but I'll never look the part, I'll never be short, and I'll certainly never be petite even if I got down to 100 pounds just because I am simply not built that way. It was just disappointing to see how easily I let shallow guys get to me.

LUCKILY, he wasn't really my type anyway. It took me a day to realize it, but we honestly had very little in common. Whatever hipster, go ride your bike.