It’s also intriguing to me that people want a protector boyfriend. Uh, what? Where do you live that you need a boyfriend to protect you? Are there vampires in your hood? Are you a gang member? Do you have mafia connections? Call me crazy, but I don’t see trouble lurking around every corner. Now, I know there are some sick people out there, but the chances of me ever getting hurt by those people is slim. Why? Well, I take necessary precautions. I’m consistently aware of my surroundings. I carry a cell-phone to call 911. I have taken a self-defense class, and I am in great physical shape. I guess if I really wanted protection, I’d just get a dog. Seriously, German Shepards don’t mess around and are fierce protectors and loyal friends!
I know this is bizarre, but I am just going to come out and admit this. Contrary to popular belief, I am not perfect! I know, you all are filled with shock at that statement. However, I am impatient, impulsive, terrible with money, and I am prone to zits. The boy I date and love madly sweats like crazy, is super calm — which as an impatient person is super aggravating, he’s OCD, and does not party like it is 1999. We are imperfect people, but by dating each other, we have grown. I am still terrible with money, but when I am about to plunk down 100$ for a magic for beginners kit, I think maybe this is not such a great investment and plonk down $100 on comic books instead. See, smarter investing! And Tony, when I take him out no longer has a pained look on his face. Instead, he has learned to tolerate my flailing dancing arms. He’s learned that he sure is a great D.D. and that we all find him funnier after happy hour. Our relationship is a work in progress. I know that if we were absolutely perfect, just great and wonderful, I would be bored out of my skull. Kind of like when in a book NOTHING HAPPENS.
I’d like to tip my glass to boys who rock Super Mario like it ain’t no thang. I’d like to raise my glass to men who find sports more appealing than classical music. Rock on boys who enjoy books, even if they aren’t my cup of tea. Hurray boys who say awkward things, I am awkward too! High five to boys who are real, be they boisterous, shy, funny, thoughtful, outgoing, athletic, artistic, pompous, average, intelligent, short, tall, slim, muscular, nice, terrible at math, fart-jokers, wine appreciators, gamers, secret-Star Wars fans, or CSI junkies. You are fantastic, even if you are not Edward Cullen. This goes for ladies too, you are awesome even though you are not Megan Fox.