The frogs with all the excuses

Okay, so there are a few different boys that fit under this category. The first one we will talk about is a boy I met through a mutual friend. This guy was so attractive! We started out by texting each other, pretty much nonstop every day for a week. The more we talked, the more I realized he was my dream boy. Like seriously, if I were to write down a list of all the qualities I wanted, he had them all. He was tall, skinny but muscular, blonde hair, blue eyes and tan. He was smart. He had been the valedictorian of his high school and already gotten his degree in Zoology. He was also athletic. He had played basketball, baseball and football in high school, quarter back for his college football team, and had just started fighting in an amateur boxing league. Well, on our first date, we totally hit it off and he was really sweet. We even hung out for a few months. Unfortunately, he lived little over an hour away. I was totally okay with the distance, but things ended when he gave me:

Excuse #1: “You know, I really like you, but my life is just really busy right now and I don’t have time to devote to a relationship with someone who lives so far away.”

The next boy is another one I met on the Internet. Once again, we really hit it off. After our first time hanging out, we continued to hang out almost every day for two weeks until I went on vacation to California. While I was gone (for two weeks) he even said he wouldn’t go out with any other girls and would wait until I got back. We continued to hang out for a month after I got home from my trip. I even met his family and they loved me. They would tell us all the time they wanted us to get married. I started to really like him and he think he noticed it as well, because once again, he gave me an excuse.

Excuse #2: “I really like you and I know that my family loves you and I have really tried to make it work, but I just can’t get over my ex-girlfriend (that broke up with me a year ago). I can’t be in a relationship right now.”

This third boy is a boy I met at church. I had a huge crush on him! One day, he added me as a friend on Facebook. Because I thought he was cute, I sent him an email saying, “So since we were already church friends, and now we are Facebook friends, next we should work on being real life friends and actually hang out with each other.” He agreed. Over the next few months, we went on six different dates. Once again, things were going really well until:

Excuse #3: “You are seriously an awesome girl and I will always care about you but I just can’t date a girl in the same ward as me! I just can't do it.”

Message to all boys: Stop being a sissy! Man up! And STOP making excuses!

The frogs who actually have potential

So I have some news… you may wanna sit down for this one, but in the past few weeks, I HAVE actually had a few good dates. I feel like in order to not sound completely bitter, I must share the good stories too (even though they are never nearly as exciting). I mean this blog is supposed to sort of document the process of finding my prince, and there are bound to be good dates along the way as well, even if they don’t amount into anything.

I kind of think that this first date is actually a result of someone reading this blog. There was a boy from my class over the summer (the same class as the really really ridiculously good looking frog). One day, just in passing, I told him I had been writing a blog so I told him he should read it. He couldn’t believe the boys I had gone on dates with so told me he would have to take me on a good date. The night he wanted to go out was a night I had class so we were unable to do anything until late in the evening. He picked me up (which is already an improvement, most boys make me drive to them) and took me to dinner at Mimi’s Café. After dinner, he had two thermoses of hot chocolate and a blanket and took me to the park. He laid out the blanket, put a jacket he had brought around my shoulders and we just sat and talked and drank our hot chocolate. It was a really cute idea.

This next boy I actually met a long time ago. When I very first moved to Utah, I had a job and he was my manager. At that point in time, he was married so we were friends but that’s it. I have not seen or heard from him in years until about a month ago when he sent me a message on Facebook. He had recently gotten divorced and wanted to do something sometime. We hung out a few times but then one night he took me to dinner and a Jazz game. I had never been to a Jazz game so I was very excited. He even bought me all sorts of treats at the game: nachos, cotton candy, and a soda. The way to my heart is definitely through food. ☺