05 October 99
Several weeks or months ago, I decided if I was going to do one thing in my life, it was to be happy. Being happy, although requiring a couple different things, mostly hinges on having a girlfriend/significant other/wife/whatever that I’m ecstatic to even know. The only good relationship advice I’ve ever been given is that I should marry someone smarter than me. I think I learned that when I was seven or eight. Anyway, I think that’d be a requirement for a (the) girl of my dreams. Also, I think she’d have to be terribly attractive. It would suck to be married and notice a girl that is more attractive than whoever I married. I don’t ever want to think I settled for second-best, even out of the entire population of earth. Of course, there’s the whole love requirement thing. I’d have to be able to tell her I loved her and mean it, and when she told me she loves me, I’d have to believe her. She’d have to be very determined in what she did and what she believed. I’m not sure I particularly care what those beliefs are, just as long as she knew them herself and wouldn’t take crap from anybody. Related to that last part is optional, but a big plus: the ability to beat me up. I don’t understand why I think that way… I think I’ll just leave that topic alone.
For the last hour or so, I’ve been playing columns. I broke 5,666 jewels for about 4.7 million points and I think I’ve nailed down why I haven’t been in the greatest mood lately. I’d bet that the any girl who could meet the above criteria probably knows she can do much better than me. So where does that leave everybody? That leaves the dozen or so possibly perfect girls I’d meet looking for the guys I could never be and it leaves me stuck here in not-happy-land.