Finding Ms. Right

Ladies and Gentlemen, today, I speak about one of the many things that I haven't talked about in like... forever?

That means my whole life, just for the record.

I have been single seventeen years and fifty something days.

That means, my whole life, once again, just for the record.

Now, by a show of hands, or comments, who cares?

I could probably see none caring about this issue. That's right, my blogs have eyes as well. You just can't see it.

Being single is like probably the most awesome time in my life(as I've been), but from what I've heard, and what I've seen in the nature of most women these days, I often see them as prima donna figures who either worry about their hair or figure too much that they spend so much time in the bathroom that if they ever had a boyfriend who needed to take a piss, they might have watered their plants that would last for a good week or so, if possible.

Of course, we all know that we the people are different, man and woman, and woman and woman,and man and man. Some people that I have met, compared to the previous major prima donnas mentioned, are now ones that are too independent that they are no pushovers, and would just not be laid back for one bit. If you have ever seen an episode of Saved By The Bell, a perfect example of this is Jessica Spano.

With that introduction given, the next question shall, or will be, why don't I have a significant other? (BF's and GF's piss me off to the core)Let's see. Besides me having a good amount of shyness not to ask a girl out, it's probably because there's not a lot out there for me to pick on.

Or maybe, I'm just providing an excuse.

Okay, fine, I'll admit to the shyness part, as for everyone who has met me will believe that I am one of the shyest people they'll ever meet (unfortunately, for some of those who have had other first impressions of me, they thought that I was bubblier than a recently popped champagne bottle). The fact of the matter is, I can't seem to find the right person to ask out. Even if I did, once again, my shyness would kick in, and it would just turn them off, then my ego's down, then dun dun, gotta stack and build em up like a lego tower like a three year old was building it: Built to perfection, but somewhat feeble.

I remember someone asking me (way back) on what kind of a person did I want from my potential S.O (recall that BF's and GF's piss me off to the core): Every common person would say that you would want somebody that matches your personality. That's true, but knowing the person that I am, this person is hard to find.

I just want the person that I can be comfortable talking with. Everything else comes after.

Is that too much for ask? Seriously? God?

The point of the matter is that every guy has their own preferrences. Some guys are boob guys, some of them are butt guys, and don't get me wrong, both parts are comfortable, but if there's one that one part that will comfort you for a long time, it would always be the company of that person that you know you can always talk with because you know and I know that the person will have so much in common with you, that it will never be boring.

The best part yet? Trust never sags.

And ladies, don't give me any sympathy.