You know that small town John Mellencamp sang of in "Little Pink Houses"? Thats the kinda place I was raised. And, though I have very fond memories of my Kansas upbringing, the truth is that I always longed to escape. So, I scratched and clawed my way through various rungs of higher education until I did just that.
Fast forward eight years. San Francisco has been so good to me. Professionally, I've reached nearly all of my goals. Personally, I've cultivated an incredible group of nutjob, intelligent, severely witty friends. I have no reason to complain.
But, as time goes by, I'm beginning to realize that I need to grow. I'm ready for a relationship but it has to be the right one. And I have no idea how to go about finding it but this is a good start, right?