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She's... not... just a pretty face... She's... got... everything it takes...

Just a few more days until my life changes forever. That's right. I'm going here. My partner in crime from NJ now lives in Atlanta with his wife, and this seemed like a good excuse to head out there and visit. I keep saying that I should get some wife-beaters and a trucker hat so that I will fit in. I'm only half-joking about this. Right now, I've got a decent enough tan that I might be able to pass as a Mexican if I put some shades on. We'll see if I have time to do a little shopping before I go.

I spent some time on the phone with him between movies last night, doing a brief recap of the last few weeks, the weekend ahead, and life after that. There are very few people that I actually tell everything, and he would be one of them. One major topic of conversation is the concept of "having a list", which also came up during drinks on Saturday night. In general, I'm not really a list person. I've probably made < 10 checklists in my entire life. The only one of real significance was my "List of Toys I Want" that I made right after I graduated. That one was lost a long time ago, but I think I've pretty much gotten everything that was on it anyway. =)

The one that I made wrt what I look for in a woman, was mostly in jest. I've got a couple girlfriends that are always ragging on me with phrases like "Why don't you have a girlfriend? You're too picky!" or "Stop searching for the perfect woman!". At the end of the day, I'm confident that I'm not being too picky or looking for perfection. I just don't have the same set of criteria that others do. Seriously speaking, if everyone was looking for the same woman, the world would be a pretty boring place for the ones that didn't match the spec.

I realized a long time ago, that almost all of the best decisions in my life were made by a gut decision that flew in the face of my hypothetical preferences. Very few of them actually turned out to be wrong. Given my track record, I'm pretty sure I'll continue to just call them as I see them. When it's right, it's right. I'm not going to let some arbitrary criteria that I picked in a hypothetical situation run my life.

Comments (1)

Joy:

First point:
You do not shop for wife-beaters. You cut the sleeves out of your already owned t-shirts. Do I have to teach you everything?!?

Second point:
Divorced women rock! Nuff said.

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