Whenever I like a guy, I fall hard.
I am that chick that will take a 4am phone call from Him as He’s driving home, just so He won’t fall asleep at the wheel.
I am that chick that will believe in Him when the world has turned its back on Him.
I am that chick that will drive an hour to sit with Him during His long day of study, and not without TOSTITOS in hand!
I am that chick that will find out what His interests are and find things in the Atlanta area to match it.
I am that chick that thinks the world of Him. Nope, doesn’t think His body is too big or too small. Doesn’t think He’s too nerdy. Doesn’t think He’s anything less than what He is – perfect.
I am that chick.
So when the one guy that could once light up my day with a stroke of a send button on his Blackberry stops all communication, it sends me on a downward spiral of sleepless nights, anxiety, and just pure frustration with the dating world. Someone seemingly so perfect turned his back on me.
Obviously, He wasn’t as perfect I thought. Mr. Perfect thinks the world of me. Mr. Perfect will take that 4am phone call from me as I’m driving home, just so I don’t fall asleep at the wheel. Mr. Perfect believes in me when the world has turned its back on me. Mr. Perfect will drive an hour just to sit with me during my long day of work, and not without TOSTITOS in hand.
And most importantly, Mr. Perfect would never avoid my phone calls, text messages, or e-mails. Mr. Perfect doesn’t blow me off. Mr. Perfect thinks I’m so valuable, that he seizes every opportunity to show me how much he cares. He has decided that I am the one that he’s going to make every effort to be with.
That’s my Mr. Perfect and He is who I am waiting for.