So, I'm (still) looking for the love of my life. Much like someone you might well be familiar with, I grew up in an eastern suburb of Cleveland; I love the Indians and can't get past the whole LeBron thing; I have a technical job I'm pretty good at but is pretty boring; and I'm really pretty darn bad at dating. I'm frankly sometimes a bit pretentious; correcting things other people might say or do, but I'm also kindhearted and really don't think that much of myself. I have this habit of doing ridiculous, over-the-top romantic gestures and telling embarrassing stories that last way too long.
You'll have to be okay with the fact that one of my best friends is a woman who I had a relationship with years ago that ended very badly for me... It hurt; so much I was ready to leave town for good, but she let me know how much my friendship meant to her, and she worked to prove it... we both tried hard to get past the pain and awkwardness. It took awhile, but it got to the point that she moved in to my apartment and lived with me for a while at a difficult time in her life... and we stayed just friends. Anyway, she's married now, so it's okay.
My ideal girl likes old movies. She may or may not play bass guitar, but a love of music is always a plus. She probably has a few quirks here and there... she's almost certainly navigated just as bumpy a road getting here as anyone has with a kind heart intact; otherwise I don't know how she'd learn to put up with my never-ending in-jokes, obscure references, and wincingly mistimed emotional honesty and intensity.
My parents are divorced, tho it happened after I'd grown up and moved out. Still, it made me realize how important choosing the right person is. Perhaps that's made me overly choosy... While I've met some very nice girls who seemed to like me very much and thought I was nice too, it was pretty clear to me that none of them were my Lebenslanger Schicksalsschatz. And the very few of them who I thought for a time might be, in the end it seems weren't meant to be.
And so I've always wanted a family, yet here I am, the last of my friends still unmarried. It hasn't helped that occasionally I've spent way too much time chasing the unattainable... at least unattainable at the time I was chasing. You might say I have terrible timing. Or I try to force the emotional side of things along too fast. I don't know. I just keep putting myself in ridiculous situations and hoping that fate will find a way. It hasn't worked much thus far... but it only has to work once, right?
Sometimes I do have my moments of doubt. Recently I distracted myself for a bit fixing up a new place I bought, but I'm pretty much done with that, so maybe it's time to start trying again... It's tough going sometimes, but I still think that girl with the yellow umbrella is out there somewhere for me.
No, I'm not a sitcom character, though it feels that way sometimes. And hopefully the end of one story can be the start of the real one. Hopefully.