Miss 18 18

Girls. Can't live with them, Can't stand them, makes you rip your hair out, and makes you wanna jump off a bridge. Yet we love them anyways. Guys never seem to have trouble getting girls, the only problem is getting the girl they actually want in their lives. I seem to be able to get girls to love me... just not the right one.

For bloggings sakes lets call her Miss 18 18, now i know statistically the chances that she actually runs into my blog are slim to none but you never know. Now I've been chasing this skirt for roughly 6 months and I still don't understand her. After a few hours of texting her last night I really wondered what makes her different from every other girl I've ever known? She is a person with symmetrical features who is quite amazing. Now the last part is opinionated, but whatever. Then it hit me. It's not fair to compare girls to one another because they are all unique individuals.

You can never judge exactly how things will go when talking to girls because they are all different. You don't know their circumstances, you don't know what they have been through. And when it comes to choosing your girl, you never know who it might be. You may think they are the one, but maybe your combined genetics and upbringings will be the ultimate factor in the end. Maybe your dream girl is just another fish in the sea, swimming along. Maybe the girl truly intended for you is somewhere in the Pacific while you're in the Atlantic, we should all just make like Dory and "just keep swimming"

Anyhoo back to Miss 18 18. As I thought about her and realized the reason she was different from all the other girls I knew was because she was different. I then thought of why she was different. She makes me smile, and the simple thought of being away from her makes me shake. I've heard of butterflies but damn she gives me earthquakes. Most girls can't make me feel that way, but she's not most girls.

Now don't think that i think I'm all high and mighty talking on this blog. Most of what i write is intended for me, and me talking to myself. I find blogging might be a much better way to spend finals week and an amazing way to get your feelings out. I guess here's were I thank John Ngan again, you'll probably see his name quite a few times over the next few blogs... mostly because he got me blogging again, unintentionally of course. Thanks John, maybe you'll read this one day.