My Blah-entine's Day

This time last year, I was talking about how I was OK with being single during Valentine's Day because of how in flux my life was at the time.  Oh what a difference a year makes because here we have another Valentine's Day, and yes I'm still single, but this time I'm not as cool with my relationship status (or lack of one).

I guess the biggest reason why I'm not too jazzed about being single is because last year I knew I was moving away from Portland, and now I know that I'm going to be in San Marcos for the next couple of years.  Sure, I've only been in town a little over four months, so it shouldn't be too surprising that I haven't found the love of my life, but I thought that I'd have at least some prospectives by now.

Then again, I know that deep down I'm just biding my time because I have a pretty good idea who I am meant for, and going down random roads with random people isn't going to lead to her.  I just have to be patient, and let things unfold. Is that romantic or just crazy?

P.S. - On a somewhat related note, check out PostSecret's V-Day inspired "Sunday Secrets" post.

My ______ Valentine

So, here we are at another Valentine's Day, and once again I'm spending it solo, but for the first time in a while I'm totally cool with being single. I think it's because I know that so many things in my life are up in the air, and not being tied down to any specific place or person is somewhat refreshing.

I have some serious life decisions that I have to make in the next couple of months, and I like the fact that I'll be making the right choice for me and just me. That sounds really selfish, but it's true. Then again, it's always nice to share your life with someone else, but I feel like I still have some time in that department...I hope.

My Own Worst Enemy

It seems like one of my greatest weaknesses, besides my predilection for indecisiveness, is I am my own worst enemy. For some reason, I just can't help but get in my own way when it comes to my professional, personal, and romantic life.

The frustrating thing is that's not the kind of person I want to be, but, whenever I get tripped up, the only feet I see are my own. I've tried to get out of my way, but here I am again. So much for being able to change.

My Dream Girl

I've always thought of myself as a guy without a definite type. While I do prefer brunettes over blondes, I wouldn't say that's enough to classify a "type". It hasn't been until recently that I realized that I do in fact have a type.

My type really doesn't involve anything physical, meaning things like boobs really are not that important. I've realized that I'm attracted to goofy girls. By "goofy" I do not mean socially awkward or head cases. I mean those girls who do things their own way, can be a little nerdy, and know how to laugh at themselves. That's hot.

What's even better is goofy girls can be super hot and not even know it, thus making them even hotter. I've known and seen some girls who are very attractive, but they know it. They have that, "I'm hot shit" attitude and they flaunt it. That's a huge turn-off. Give me a girl who isn't conceited or superficial. Someone who can say, "Screw it. I'm going to be me!"

And if they're the innocent type, then I'm a goner. Now, I don't mean the prudish type. But I'm a sucker for a girl who is a little naive (not in a bad way) but can also hold her own.

So, if I had to describe my ideal woman, that's what I'd say. I guess that's a type.

My Booty Embargo

I'm not good at being single. I've always been the relationship kind of guy who enjoys being with someone over being alone. Now, I'm not the kind of person who always has to be in a relationship, and I do enjoy the single lifestyle, but I like having that special girl in my life. Since I've been up in Portland, I've been going through a minor dry-spell, and it's been frustrating but also good for me. I've had a few potential suitors, but nothing serious, and I'm OK with that because each one was special while it lasted, so I'm grateful rather than bitter.

The few near misses have helped me in the long run because they allowed me to sit and examine what I'm looking for right now. After some thinking I've decided to put my love life on hold for the next couple of months. That's right, I'm installing a full booty embargo on myself. No more searching for Miss Right for the foreseeable future. The reason I've decided to do this to myself is because I have no idea where I'm going to be next year.

I made the decision a while back that I'm moving back to Texas once I'm done with graduate school. While I've loved living up in Oregon, I knew it was not going to be a permanent home for me. Texas will always be home, and I can't wait to be back. So, the conclusion I've come to is there really isn't a point in searching for love up in Portland, knowing that I'm leaving in about 9 months. Why put someone or myself through that?

The thing is, I'm the "never say never" type. If the woman of my dreams shows up in the next couple of months, I'm not going to let her pass me by, but I'm not going to dedicate time searching for her either. I'll just let things happen for once...