When it comes to dating guys, my mother has always said to date a nice respectable young man. He needs to make you laugh, have a future, treat you right, and be your best friend. Throughout high school and college I searched for this guy, determined that Mr. Right must in fact be out there somewhere. Every guy I brought home to my mother always seemed to have some sort of flaw. He didn’t smile enough, he was arrogant, he was going nowhere, and the list goes on and on. Ironically one of the prom dates she did approve of turned out to be a rapist when he went off to college, so maybe I shouldn’t have been listening to her opinion after all. Oddly enough, I’m still looking. I’m not exactly sure where he is hiding, but I figure that one day I have to find him, right? I look at some of my friends from grade school and high school who are not attractive but are married, and figure if they can find someone there has got to be someone out there for me. Dating is rough though, and I’ll be the first to admit that.
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