I’m not drop dead gorgeous. I know that. But I’m cute enough, right? The last two setups I’ve had (God bless my friends who are constantly looking out for me) have been with drop dead ugly men. “Blah, blah, blah is the nicest guy. He’s perfect for you. He’s so nice.” From now on, I’m going to switch the word ‘nice’ out with ‘ugly.’ He was Neanderthalic. The underside of his mouth stuck out an order of magnitude further than his nose.
Cmon, people. I would rather stay at home and write in my blog! Then today another friend said she would introduce me to a good friend of hers. She thinks we would get along great. I asked her to rate him on a scale of 1 to 10 and she said a 6!!! Don’t fucking set me up with a 6!!!
I don’t need the hot guy. I don’t. I was at a networking event the other night, drooling over a Professor at Cal—-a young engineer who works on medical science problems (i.e., lasering malignant cancer cells). Didn’t know how to dress himself, shy, but cute!!! Tall, cute, dorky. I’m going to start stalking this guy. He’s exactly who I want. I want the guy who’s not that hot, who doesn’t think he’s attractive, but is super cute, who’s a closet genius, and is fairly social enough to go to alumni events and speak clearly about how his life and what he works on positively impacts the world. THAT IS HOT!
Please, please, please find me the geek who’s more than a ten. Don’t find me the nice guy. I’ve got enough nice friends. Set me up with the guy who you would have married, but he snuck away. Don’t set me up with the cast-offs, the leftovers who aren’t that cute, but are super nice. I don’t need to marry nice and boring. I want cute, smart, loving, funny…
I need to find the perfect puppy.