A bit much...

So it's no secret that women can be emotional. Even more so depending on their current, uh, endocrine status? And that's fine. Everyone's used to it. It's normal. But let's be honest, it becomes a bit excessive when one cries during the Wheel of Frickin' Fortune. I mean, seriously?! Yeah, the contestant won $100,000 and all, but still... did *I* need to cry over that?!

Turns Out That Evil is Dateable

And that I was played for a fool.

I think the most irritating part is that I missed all of the obvious signs at the time; but now looking back, I had those hints all along the way, and they all piece together so perfectly.

Oh, The Irony...

I've got my job all lined up for the fall and I'm moving to the big city. It's essentially my dream job--in this line of work, anyway--so I'm pretty psyched about that. Naturally though, I'm a little bit nervous about actually starting work, and since I'm a small-town girl, terrified of moving and living on my own in an urban setting. No amount of reassurance could have ever changed that. Until...

I was napping yesterday. Brilliant nap at the start. Then I had this dream where I was living at my old house and was attacked by a 30-something crazed man! So sparing all the gruesome details (as it was a very disturbingly vivid dream), I'll say that the man wanted to kill me. But since he had no actual weapon with him, he was using his teeth. As in, biting off my flesh, mouthful by mouthful.

In the end? Bring on the city--I'm currently more scared of my hometown.

I'm your what?

Relatively recently, I received a post on my facebook wall from a girl I know: "You are my man-getting hero!"

Sure, it's kind of funny. I mean, our last boyfriends had each broken up with us last summer, and we'd both been dateless for quite some time, or so it seemed. Then she became interested in some guy who kind of blew her off a few times, which was pretty crappy. I, on the other hand, finally entered the casual dating scene (essentially for the first time ever). Turns out I can be somewhat successful in this area (except for with the guy I [only semi-jokingly] called an alcoholic repeatedly throughout the night--I wonder why he never called again?) .

So what's the problem? I despise casually dating.

At least one guy I was seeing was perfectly aware of this and yet he continued to pique my interest anyway. Kind of pisses me off, I won't lie. But then, so does the rest of my man-getting. These guys aren't good matches for me. I know that. But they're intriguing because they're so different from the guys I've been with before. New is exciting. New is good when you feel like you've been screwed over by the old. But the old was comfortable. The old was better. But that's just my nostalgia speaking.

So when it comes down to it? I don't want to be anyone's man-getting hero. I just want my happily ever after so I can be done with it all. All I want is to get myself one man. Preferably a non-alcoholic, non-creepy, non-player, trustworthy, Christian man, who isn't afraid to be himself... and also, maybe one who, at 3am, when he says he "should probably get going", to which I respond "ok" because I agree with him and want him gone... actually leaves. And doesn't just make himself comfortable on my bed, ready to spend the night.

Is that too much to ask?