Since I’ve never been in love before, I could only paint the most juvenile picture of who I envision Mr. Right to be. So far, I envision Mr. Right to be a person who is nice, can take care of himself, cherishes family, is funny and is someone that is complete. Someone who will never say, “You complete me.” I believe I’m worthy of the whole thing, and never halves or parts of people that ought to be completed. Mr. Right is someone who’s okay with not hearing from me everyday and doesn’t require knowing where I am at all times. I’d prefer Mr. Right to believe in a god, but if not, don’t knock on my God.

Physically, I don’t ask for much. Mr. Right is at least my height or taller and of a proportionate weight. He is also well-groomed with a distinct individual style.

Despite all this, I’m well ware that Mr. Right might not be what I’ve described and I’m perfectly fine with that. If I’m happy, that’s all that matters. More »

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In my 20+ odd years of existence, I can say with confidence that I’ve never been in love. There isn’t a single song, poem, story or film about being in love that I can identify with. When people speak of love, it’s a foreign language to me that I’ve only just been casually studying out of curiosity. I feel like I understand some phrases, a word here or there — but not enough to qualify as fluent. From what I’ve observed in my life thus far, no one’s ever fluent in love.

Regardless, love is a place I’d like to go to someday, and it’d be really helpful if I was at least close to fluent. I’ve always been told it’s better traveling that way. By this point in this paragraph, its natural to wonder if I’ve got any baggage on me. The answer is no. I’ve got no baggage. The best way I can describe my situation of never having been in love is that I’ve just never had opportunities. Whenever I’ve thought I’ve had opportunities, they’ve always been false. More »

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