Over the past 3+ weeks I have been giving OkCupid a go. My plan was to focus my efforts on dating “nice guys”. It backfired. Well, perhaps “backfired” is the wrong term, but I did come to the realization that I’m just not hard-wired to date a nice fella.
What do I mean by that you ask? Well that’s a touch hard to define, but in my mind a nice guy is a someone who is everything a gal could want “on paper”. Smart, funny, sweet, traditional and all that nonsense. In any case, I went on 3 different dates with guys that seemed “nice” (translation: they did not have an edge to them. They were what most mothers would be happy to see their daughter with).
I quickly discovered that “nice” equated to “boring”. Now, don’t get me wrong, these men were in every sense of the word lovely, just not for me. Which leads me to think that it has got to be something wrong on my end. Why is it that I like men who have that spark to them? That slightly wild and ridiculous sense of humor? Or man-childish way about them? My only conclusion is that is has to be because that type of personality kind of mirrors mine. A little nutty (or a lot depending on who you ask). Fairly brash, and a bit of a kid. Sure I take my day job seriously, but for many that have had the opportunity to see me under the circumstances of social interaction can vouch for he fact that I wave my “shenanigans” flag quite high. Do something stupid, you say? I’m totes down for getting into hijinks.
My best friend (@CharlieTrouble) knows that one of the best ways to get me out of a for shit mood is to take me to Toys R’ Us (yes, I am serious), and he did so a few weeks ago. We got new mini Nerf guns for us to use at the office (sidebar: my boss was not pleased).
So, now here I am, back where I started. Trying to figure out this whole dating as an adult thing. It’s exhilarating and frustrating all at the same time, but I’m taking my time with it. The right fella for me has got to be out there somewhere. Possibly he’s partial to video games, or perhaps he’s a quirky writer, or maybe his guilty pleasure is that he has a nostalgic love for pro-wrestling. Whatever the case, he’ll think that I’m all sorts of awesome and life will be grand.
