Soul mates and Blanket Forts...

I know what you're expecting. You're expecting me to continue on with part II of the Seth story and why my boobs get in the way of things. Well, I was going to for my next post. But, I've been wanting to get into another subject...So, Seth can wait to be posted after this one, since I didn't go far into that story to begin with.

It'll be a year in February since I've started this blog. It actually feels like I've had this baby a lot longer than that. It's been a good source of recording all my "interesting" experiences and breaking up friendships...but you'll have that, I suppose.

With having quite a number of posts on here, Ive gotten quite a bit of emails from all over the world. Some hate mail from the actual guys I have written about, some wanting to take me out to show me what a good date is actually like, a few wanted me to post something about my likes and dislikes to get to know me better, and others were wanting me to write a list on what I actually want in someone because I'm quite unclear about it.

To be honest, I don't believe in writing a list for my kind of perfect guy. Which is quite funny, because I write a list for everything else in the world

The reason I don't believe in writing a list for the perfect guy is because you always make exceptions. Always. I could have 28 must haves on a list, but if I find someone I fall head over heels with and he doesn't have those must haves, I'll make the exception for him. It's something we all do. But, is that a smart idea?

I don't have the answer to that, but I do know that a conversation with one of my grandmothers made me think more about it. Here's the story:

I was raised by five steel magnolia women while growing up. My mother, my aunt and my three grandmothers. For those of you who don't know what a steel magnolia is, it's a southern woman who is strong and independent yet very feminine. I've been told I was destined to be one, but my location just screwed things up. Anyways, they come from Mississippi, West Virginia, Virginia and Alabama.

While being raised by these amazing women, I've learned quite a bit of different things. This includes southern phrases that I sometimes use and constantly get made fun of for by "city" friends:

"Well, pin a rose on your nose."

"There's nothing open after midnight, but legs."

"He's about as useful as tits on a bull."

"They call him blister, because he doesn't show up until after the work is done."

And my favorite that I still don't understand: "Well looky there, the devil is beating his wife." ...meaning it's raining while it's still sunny out.

Anyways, besides the lovely southern phrases, the incredible peach cobbler and sweet tea recipe I learned to master, and the lessons on how to be a lady but hit like a boy, I have sat around the table with these women every Sunday afternoon for twenty-four years and have heard their stories and I thought I heard all of them.

But one recent afternoon, we were talking about my dating life and a particular guy I have been seeing. One thing led to another and my grandmother, Martha, told the story on how she met my grandfather, Aubrey.

My grandmother, Martha was gorgeous and still is. I know everyone says that about their female relatives but it's true. She was a sort of the ideal pin-up in the fifties. She had raven black hair like Elizabeth Taylor, a curvy figure that could stop traffic, and big blue eyes that still shine today.

She had just graduated high school and had found out she was accepted into the college, Old Miss, to become a teacher. Her good friend, Ernestine, mentioned a summer party she was going to be having and asked my grandmother to come before she left for college.

My grandmother was dating an almost doctor at the time, and thought he was someone she could see spending the rest of her life with. He had all the perfect qualities and my great grandparents approved greatly. She knew it was only a matter of time before he popped the question to her.

The day of the party, my grandmother had bought a white sundress for the occasion and was hoping that one of her last outings before college would be a night to remember. Little did she know, it was going to be just that.

My grandmother and her date arrived at the gathering where there were a good amount of people already there. My grandmother didn't know anyone but Ernestine but she never had trouble being social with anyone.

As her date went to go get them another glass of sweet tea, my grandmother saw a handsome guy staring at her from across the room with a group of guys and he was not being nonchalant about it. She turned her body away from him, so there were no misconceptions about her interest. She even stood closer to her date when he came back, so that mysterious guy knew she was spoken for.

Music was playing, dancing was happening and her date asked her to dance. As they were dancing, she turned her head to look back and see if that guy across the room was still there. And he sure enough was, staring right at her and smiling.

She described him as a James Dean. He had a smile that was all trouble and sideburns that were quite perfect.

After awhile, my grandmother and date sat to the side to take a break from dancing...and all of a sudden the music came to a halt.

Everyone turned to see what was happening and there was the guy that was across the room, standing on a coffee table, tapping his class with a butter knife.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have an announcement to make. I'm going to marry that girl!" He then pointed straight at my grandmother.

My grandmother told me she was beat red and embarrassed and had no idea how to respond but say "And just who are you?"

That guy on the other side of the room, ended up being my grandfather and they had a happy marriage for fifty-five years with two kids and four grandchildren.

The point I'm trying to make in this story I shared is she had a guy who had every quality on her list and there came my grandfather out of nowhere, who was blunt, not planning on going to college, and never stepped foot into a church before...something my grandmother never wanted being the southern girl she was, but he was the exception. There's always someone who will be the exception.

I'm not sure I believe in the topic of soul mates but then again when I heard that story from my grandmother I think a little differently. She told me "Your grandfather knew the moment he saw me that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together, and I knew it deep down too. He wasn't perfect, he pushed my buttons and I sure as hell pushed his. But, you want that. Someone who you can be yourself around, that's going to know how to push your buttons. You're going to find that one person who's unlike anybody else you've ever met. You can talk to this person for hours and never get bored, silence is never an issue and when it does happen it's the comfortable kind, things are never boring with them, you can tell them things and they wont judge. This person is your best friend, your soul mate. When you find this someone, don't ever let them go or you'll regret it."

When she told me this, it was a lot to take in. It's hard to think about something like that happening nowadays...knowing from the start that you're destined to be with that person? It kind of seems like something that only happens in the movies or in the 1950's.

I don't think I could come up with a specific list of all the must haves. I just want my happily ever after to be with someone who accepts all of me. My past, my quirks...just me.

I do know I want conversations that could go on for hours with someone, about everything under the sun: politics, world news, music, books, movies, things that have happened in our lives, why paris hilton is even famous, a debate on Donald Trumps hair, why Nickleback's songs all sound the same...

I want someone to challenge me, to bicker with me, to give it back to me when I say something smart ass.

I want someone who would be up for doing one of my crazy ideas that I come up with for the day, whether it's flying across the country for the weekend on a whim because there's nothing on the television, building a fort with blankets and camping out in the living room because I need a change of scenery, or making out with a mouth full of pop rocks because I've always wanted to to see what it would be like.

I want someone who comes up with their own crazy ideas.

Someone who doesn't mind my nerdy/silly quirks and embraces them: I read the dictionary before I go to sleep and highlight all the words I love. I watch Jeopardy when I'm giving myself a pedicure and try to answer all the questions. I go to rock concerts when I have to work at seven am the next morning. I put my feet up on the dashboard when I'm riding shot gun and I write inappropriate messages on fogged up windows. I will change my own oil but will ask you to show me how to defrost my windows. I will dress like a groupie one day and then like a librarian the next. I will give you many reasons on why I question the existence of dinosaurs and will watch specials on Bigfoot and ghosts. I go on random road trips by myself when I'm upset or need to think. I will play four metal songs in a row on the jukebox and will then throw a Celine Dion song at the end and I will spend my last 30 dollars on getting my nails done.

I want someone that stimulates me intellectually, who makes me laugh, my heart pound and my vagina yearn.

I believe in romance, sex, lust, and even love.

I don't want everything to add up to a perfect equation.

I want mess. I want chaos.

I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me.

I want to feel passion, heat, and madness.

I want it all.

I'm happiest when I'm myself. I just want to be my true self about this person.

That's all I ask. :-)

xox

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