i know you all think i am great and all but please allow me to burst your bubble.
yesterday, i was handed an opportunity to make a good first impression on a genuinely nice, normal, tall, good-looking guy and what did i do? talk about my repulsive eating habits and bowel movements while he was eating beans and rice at our burrito fest.
let's face reality.
the nice ones are too nice.
the geeks are too smart.
the peter priesthoods have sworn to celibacy.
the completely normal guys have already graduated from single wards.
the jocks are too obsessed with themselves.
the rage machines are... rage machines.
the rm's are only interested in talking about their mission adventures.
and the girls who act too much like themselves scare everyone away...
if they are me, that is.