My inner Carrie Bradshaw has to come out a little...

How do things seem to work out so wrong that in the end it might actually be right?

There you are. Sitting in your own misery, deciding to just give in. It’s habit. You’re used to not getting what you want. I never said it wasn’t a miserable feeling, but hey, it happens. It happens to the best of us, actually. We’ve been there. We all have. But there’s a slight feeling of relief knowing that you are free. You’re “Perfectly Lonely,” as one Mr. John Mayer would say. Your friends and you have decided to vow off guys for a while. You’re already not alone right there. They've been hurt too. You all say boys are nothing but heartbreak and trouble, which, in past experiences, has been true. Right at this very moment in your life, it’s you time. You need to focus on whatever is sitting in front of you in life—job, school, family, your pet cat, etc. It’s time to make amends with the everyday lifestyle you seem to have been ignoring lately.

At least this is how I've felt today.

It all started with a silly history test. Being the born procrastinator that I am, I didn’t even begin to study until the last minute. When I say “last minute,” I mean from 6:30 AM until the test at 1:00 PM. It was the plan to study the night before, but the words “John Mayer tickets still available” sounded so much more alluring than “The Gilded Age.” But I was still being a good little student by at least trying not to fail the test. After the test, I was quick to be out of that door, knowing I had a pair of pajamas waiting for me at home with some leftover chinese food. (YUM!)

After the 20 minute attack by the 50 questions on the test, I quickly paused to talk with a small group from class about how their tests went. We were all slightly confident, but we all had a few questions that we weren’t sure about. I didn’t notice him at first. He was slightly blending in with the group, but he slowly began to become more prominent. I announced my departure as he followed suit. We talked all the way down the stairs and then some. We were standing outside in the corridor of MTSU’s lovely Peck Hall talking while my face turned red for the cold. Trust me. I don’t just stand out in the cold for the hell of it. This guy had my attention. He was attractive, with long shaggy brown hair, sideburns-soon-to-be-mutton-chops, and a cute smile. He wore glasses that hung nicely on his John Lennon-esque nose. Come to think of it, he had a lot of Lennon features. Maybe that was my initial attraction. He was a chubby Lennon. Odd… I usually go for the Paul lookalikes. More than that, he was a very interesting guy. He just spent several weeks in Europe studying history, plans on doing it again spring break, and just had a lot of insight in the world. He was sweet, and after talking for so long (until I couldn’t feel my feet anymore) he walked me to my car, knowing that he had to go back onto campus. It was broad daylight—he wasn’t doing it “for my protection.” When I told him we were parked in the same lot, his reaction was “great, we can talk a little more while we walk to it.” He had a sweet smile too. The gloriousness of the whole thing was the fact that we could go on for almost an hour talking about things and the last thing we did before we parted ways was learn each other’s names.

I’m not jumping in head first again, but the initial attraction is definitely there. I’m excited to see how next class pans out. Will we sit by each other? Talk after class? Exchange numbers? Who knows. It’s so much like high school all over again. I think that’s how it’s supposed to work. But it was nice to get a lot of attention from a guy (that isn’t one of my best friends) again. Honestly, we’ve all seen this situation before. It really happens every time. You stop looking, and someone comes up. When you look then every decent guy disappears. Why is this true? Do the good guys only exist when we aren’t using our vivid imaginations and we least expect it, or have they been there so close to us that we just see right through them? All I know is there are options. Options, options, options.