It's true. I am on the search for love. I go through these phases every so often, but when they hit, they hit baaaad. They say love/life never works like it does in the movies, but I disagree. I WILL have my perfect rom com ending, where a boy I never expect will suddenly sweep me off my feet.
I told my mom before I left for school that I would find my hubby in college. And although I have been nothing but disappointed by the quality of boys this year, my dream is still alive.
Don't be fooled friends. Yes, everyone at Emory is smart. Which should cut half of my problems finding a boy in half because smarts are a necessity. But, I have found, boys at Emory are chronically SHORT. SO SHORT. I've tried to look past it but I just can't.
So, if you are out there dream boy: tall, good looking but doesn't know it, confident, funny, muscular but not huge, able to have an intellectual conversation, not just concerned with getting some, athletic, knowledgable about sports, great smile, will bring me ice cream/cookies on the reg, buys me fruity drinks (aka pina coladas.. virgin style), likes to play Mario Kart (but never lets me win on purpose), doesn't judge me for wearing norts and t shirts every single day of my life, supports the pony tail with the headband, only uses "dude" and "bro" sparingly, has a great sense of style, looks good in a hat forwards and backwards (but only wears it backwards on the right occasion), isn't afraid of dressing up, knows how to dance.. and I mean really dance, like salsa, swing dance, tango (or is willing to take lessons with me), doesn't judge me for not going out just because I don't feel like it, will sit and eat chocolate with me for hours just because, doesn't make lesbian jokes about me playing softball, likes to ride around in the car with the windows down and jam out to music, enjoys stargazing, supports daily nap time, knows how to make me smile on my saddest of days, has a twang of sarcasm, enjoys country music, and acts like a southern gentleman even if he's not from the south.... Give me a call.
With Love,
DG
P.S. This blog post was inspired by the IDIOTIC frat boys sitting at the table next to me. Have some class.
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