I have a theory, and it goes like this:

If you’ve been hurt before- no matter the situation, if you’re intelligent and somewhat self-aware, you’ll probably think twice before walking straight into the same situation. (Because, that’s what normal people do. ) I’m not exactly normal, nor do I even pretend to be, and as much as I try to take slower steps, or maybe not throw on a blindfold- I’m equally stunned and pissed off-entirely that the same ending happens to seemingly different situations.  And then I think- for the past few men, my guard was at US. Terrorism level RED, I had ninja stars in my pocket, and? I had a moat. In hindsight, for the men I dated in the past, (say… 6 months?) I cooked myself a congratulatory breakfast with Aves this morning. New Year- New Outlook. But for those men? The moat, (at least,) was well-deserved. I threw away all the nice guys to friend status, and went after goatee’d members of the opposite sex that had in-your-face signs of badness, and I bowed to whatever the hell girls who like bad boys bow to.

Girl Meets Geek. This is why I started this website. -Could… there be an intelligent, well-meaning, respectful, drop-dead-kisses, hot, and not entirely against the concept of a red-headed two year old, man who might even.. have limbs, a brain and a full-time job?

As of the past weekend, the answer,  (that includes finding someone who is so remarkably wonderful, respectful and absolutely amazing to kiss,) well? Fiery car crashes beware. You can’t have this one with an explosive ball and shrapmetal. (He’s mine.)