I'll admit it. I'm addicted to Craig's List. Specifically, I'm addicted to the Missed Connections part of this site. Come on--who wouldn't want to find a personal to them saying that someone found you alluring and thought that there was some deeper connection as you passed each other on the sidewalk or the subway?
Sigh.
It's spring. I'm in that mood again. You know--that one that I write about 4453098 times a year where I yearn and I wish and I hope and I bitch about guys. I'm not even going to pretend that this time is different.
Except that it might be different this time because I'm leaving the dating pool of college and entering the so-small dating pool of young professionals in Marquette. Ugh. I don't even want to think about that.
Really, though. It's that same old feeling. Where I yearn for a significant other. Because I am.
And it's not even that I want one to cuddle with and do other couple-y things with. I want a connection. That's what I really want--someone who just gets me. I just want someone who'll pop in Napoleon Dynamite when I've had a bad day or rub my back if I've been edgy because he knows that I'm probably PMS-ing.
Sometimes I think I'm insane for holding out for this connection. But, really, I'm not willing to sacrifice quality for a guy who only wants to jump into bed. The connection is that important to me.
It just frustrates me because I feel like I have SO much to offer a guy; like I'd be a great girlfriend. I know I would be. Then I see guys making lewd comments or oggling big-breasted bimbos in the bars and I lose all faith. How am I supposed to find any sort of connection when all guys want to do is watch porn or play video games?
Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places. Maybe I just shouldn't look.
I want a great guy; I want the connection; I want that final accessory to my life. But I'm not about to lower my standards or become someone I'm not to get it. And I don't want to mope about because I don't have a guy. I'm not like that. I'll carry on with my life and rock my job and march across the stage in that hideous green robe in less than a week. I'll go out with friends and decorate my new apartment. And I'll keep a shard of hope alive. Because sometime--hopefully soon, but who knows--I'll get that connection.
Ciao, dahling!
~*Krissy*~