mr. right.

ignorance really is bliss. do you remember being young, stupid, and completely happy?

...okay.

i think our expectations as girls change over the years. time wears us down, as it teaches it lessons it also kinda squishes our dreams with each passing hour... like jello.

as a six or seven year old, we dream of "prince charming" riding in on the white horse and sweeping us off into the sunset. then when we're twelve/thirteen we're like, "oh, if only he could have blue eyes!!" ...around sixteen we just want a guy who plays a sport. God, make him a future NBA player! and then into our early twenties it's like, "I'd just like a guy who prefers to be sober on the weekends." and a few years later... "nevermind, if he can just have a clean driving record i'll be happy."

so.. timeline time:

young girl: ridiculous expectations of a smoldering, strong man who is the perfect blend of sensitive, smart, and funny.

pre-teen: i no longer care if he's smoldering, he just needs to be cute and smile at me occasionally. wedding bells are ringing!!!

teenager: must have a sense of humor... a.k.a. act like a complete idiot because that's what's "cool" right now.

pre-adult: alright, who cares if he's funny. God just send me a decent man!! are there any of those alive?!

adult: nevermind. he's ugly. he has the personality of a frog. but he has a good driving record. wedding bells!!!

i'll speak for myself- i've lowered my standards a lot. i've let time chip away at me, i've let the jerks in my past wear me down and make me lose faith. i remember hoping for the perfect guy as a little girl and then, with every passing "season" of life, believing that someone perfect actually doesn't exist. he isn't real. i've created him in my dreams, he's fictional.

but a part of me (a very small part) has to figuratively keep it's fingers crossed. that part of me has to trust that this perfect guy is somewhere right now, waiting for someone like me. i realize he will not literally be perfect... he's human, so he'll have his flaws, but he will be perfect FOR me. he WILL be smoldering.. and funny.. and the perfect blend of sensitive and smart.

and, ya know what, he might even have a really great driving record.