This is a question I've been pondering...I am constantly restless. Fidgity...if you will. This blog is going to be restless and random. I've been keeping my eyes out for a good man. Ya know...a tall, built man...that likes all my ideas and never talks back. I've found three mean so far...Elvis, Tom and Patrick...here are some pictures and stories about all of them: Elvis:
I met him on a crazy night out on the town. I think he's a little old for me and a little stiff. I like a man to be able to let loose a little bit. Nevertheless, he was fun for a bit...but in the end...he just isn't the one for me.
Tom is great. Don't we make just the cutest couple in the whole world? We met in the grocery store...he was picking up some water...I was picking up some Newman O's (Only the hint o' mint flavor though). We dated on and off for quite some time--but I decided to break things off when I realized that he was more focused on being a male model than on being my boyfriend. So he was a goner.
Oh Patrick. He won my heart over right from the beginning. We might have rushed things by getting engaged so quickly--and by getting married so quickly..but I could not help myself. He was a charmer and those blue eyes of his were all I saw. I divorced him the second I saw him CHEATING on me...can you believe it? And with this girl of all people? Can you believe it?
She thinks she's so cool. Whatever. I hope they're happy together. Whatever. I'm out to find a better man.