So once upon a time, my mom and I made a bet to see if I could date 100 different boys before I got married. Perhaps I too often threatened to just get married my freshman year, and this was a means of stalling me a little? Fine! Watch how fast I can do it! I think I have one of those personalities that fires at wanting to do something hard just to prove that I can.
So I turned 16 and the next week, I went to Junior Homecoming with Kevin Nufer, #1. I came to BYU and started at #9 with R.J. Christenson. We test drove nice cars, he taught me how to drive stick in a parking lot, then went to Wendys. And thus the list continued, on and on. Ten of them developed into some serious relationship along the way, I think I personally asked out 3 of the 100, 20 of them were set-ups or blind dates, and 41 of them had atleast a second date. Incredible, no?
Here's my theory: You know those people who parallel dating to ice cream? There are some girls who've only tried 3 flavors, and they are sold on vanilla or chocolate, and they are happy as can be with their first or second flavor because they haven't tried any others, and they don't need to, because what they have is wonderful. And then there's me, who has tried ONE HUNDRED different kinds of ice cream, and now I have an extremely detailed/expensive/specific taste, but what's worse, is that I can remember exactly what I liked about every single one of them and when I can't find it in the next number, I'm kindof irritated because I know that taste, that quality or characteristic, is out there in the perfect combination if I only keep looking.
I know that you're never supposed to "settle" for anything less than what you really want, but there does come a point when you have to realize that no one is perfect!!! Including me!!! So why am I still holding out, expecting to find it? Why do I keep walking away from incredible guys again and again?
And then last week, I had dinner and a movie with Jake Butler, my #100. And then I graduated that very week. Now what?!?! I'm supposed to pick one, right? I'm supposed to turn in my assignment, pick the very best one, and feel satisfied that I dated the world over. Hmm. Ok. I think I'd rather be the girl who was sold on vanilla!
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As one of the 100 (and as one of the 41 who got at least a second date), I would just like to say that it will get better. :)
Stop trying to find someone perfect and look for someone who fits. But don't force it - it'll come along (but I'd also not try for 200). :D
That is a great Analogy Camille, I like it. You are a great person, what your looking for will fall right in you lap when you least expect it. But yeah I also wouldn't recommend going for 200.
Think of it this way. Thanks to you, for at least a couple hours, you've made it so that 100 guys have each been the LUCKIEST guy in the world! I know I'VE felt that way each chance I've gotten to take you out! ;-)
By the way, I love the statistical outline. Any other fun stats?
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