It seems like every time my friends and I talk about dating and relationships, or when we bitch about guys in general these few words always make their way into the conversation.
I just want a nice guy.
I just want a guy who has his life together.
I just want a guy with the guts to ask me out like an adult.
Those are only a few of my “I just want…” offenses, and wouldn’t you know it but the universe decided to throw them all back in my face. Last night my friend followed me to my car after hanging out with our group and said, without fumbling, that even though it was complicated that he wanted to take me out on a date.
I was completely caught off guard. This had never happened to me before. Embarrassingly enough, I have never been on a date with someone who I had not already hooked up with. I was in shock, and because of that shock I said yes. As I drove home I told myself that this is what I had been waiting for, this is what I wanted.
But then I woke up this morning from a restless night of little sleep with a tough realization. Though he has all the things that I want, I don’t feel that way about him. I have been wanting that speech from someone else for a while now. So from now on I pledge to just have one “I just want…”
I just want the guy that I like to like me.