It is spring, and like all the fluffy bunnies of the world, people are starting to get frisky. Time to find a friend to frolic with for the spring and summer. The long, cold, rainy winter is coming to an end. Hemlines are getting shorter and necklines lower.
To that end, everyday this week I have conversed with different people regarding our dealbreakers and must-haves in a potential mate. Such as smoking = dealbreaker and must like outdoorsy activities like hiking. Sometimes during these conversations, I feel like I am casting a spell so that I never find a man-friend (just like Sandra Bullock in Practical Magic).
Must be older than me but not closer in age to my parents.
Must like taking long walks.
Must like scrabble, but not so much that they beat me.
Must love and respect their parental figures.
Must read more than just magazines and repair manuals.
Must be willing to over-look my weekly viewing of Pride & Prejudice.
Must not seriously mock my love of Snuggies, Justin Timberlake and voracious coffee drinking.
Must be okay with me always loving RF best.
Must be able to function independently of me (separate friends are A-okay).
I could go on and delve into more serious traits But really, I find myself taking all of the bad traits from the relationships orbitting around me and then holding those negatives against everyone I meet.
In order to love me, someone has to be looking for a neurotic, nerdy, bookish lady who is somewhat stubborn, incapable of handling complex emotions, and prone to seasonal ennui. I do not like pudding, pancakes or yogurt. I laugh too loudly and find humor in practically everything. I'm a poor singer and a worse dancer.
All the best things about me are someone else's dealbreakers.
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