ai yi yi

I regard my relationship status in the same logic as Diana Ross’ mother. You can’t hurry love, no, you JUST HAVE TO WAIT. And that is precisely why I don’t really care about whether or not I have a boyfriend right now. I guess it would be cool, and obviously I could pick up any random loser for practice. But I simply can’t tolerate random losers. I’m into those rare types– the insanely intelligent, funny, good-looking, Atheist ones. So I know he’s out there, somewhere. Not a husband, but a live-next-door forever and ever OR until we shoot each other simultaneously the day we turn forty (did I mention we have the same birthday too?). I’ve seen him before, maybe a hundred times; leaving the movie theater, buying a box of cereal, waiting in line at the bank. But then he disappears, and I forget about it a few minutes later.

Do I believe in fate, or soul mates? Absolutely.