My Dream Girl

Ok so I have a type. Unless we're desperate, most of us have a type. Mine is brunette, glasses, decent boobs and body and a bit awkward in her humor and tastes. I look at a brunette wearing glasses and I am sold.  Here are a few examples.



Lisa Loeb are Ingrid Michaelson are just celebrity versions of my tastes, but OMG would I ravage them.

A woman came into my job last night with these features and I was immediately in love.  She could tell because after introducing myself as her server, I told her I was in love with her.  She laughed and was so flattered, but I guess not flattered enough to take off her wedding ring and toss it in the garbage.  She and I realized we had so much in common, including a love for the Grateful Dead, but alas she was married.

I asked myself why God would set before met he girl of my dreams only to have her be married, and not just married, but 14 years married. Ugh!!! I couldn't act normal in front of her, and I felt a bit bad for her female friend who was receiving no such attention.  It wasn't that she was overweight, it wasn't that she was blonde, its just that she wasn't HER.

I knew that my efforts would be wasted but I flirted anyway, because if I can't have you, then at least I want you to go home thinking about me.  And that I'm sure she did.

I'm glad she is in a happy marriage, and I remain single, relationships continuing to elude me like some sinister plot by Cupid and my Higher Power.  Its ok guys! I can handle it.
Just another example. God I love this photo.