The day I met QW, she was sitting in the student union with a friend who had long, beautiful dark hair, a slender, bombshell body and a dazzling smile. I had met the friend once before, and was immensely attracted to her. She felt none of that towards me, as it turned out, although we did become good friends.
While I initially sat with them to pursue my ill-fated flirtations with the friend, what really happened was that I made the acquaintence of the sweetest person I'd ever met, and who had almost none of the physical "requirements" that I had convinced myself that I couldn't do without. She was less tall, had shorter hair, was more shy and self deprecating than anyone I had ever been with. She wore glasses, had a minor case of acne, and was struggling to lose a few last pounds. She must have been around the campus, but I never did, nor imagined that I would have, given her the first notice. She didn't fit my "standards."
"Marge" did me the biggest favor of my life: She blew me off! And because of that, I found the greatest treasure of my life! My wonderful, precious QW. (Dammit, terrahurtz, ya got me blowing my cover! I'm the "grumpyolddude," fer kristsakes!)
Do yourself a solid. Stop chasing the "trophy" girlfriend quite so exclusively. Certainly, one or two of those girls who show an interest in you aren't total, hideous ogres. You don't have to make a commitment. Just play nice and get to know them a bit. Show your socialble side. You might find a diamond in the rough.... or she may have a really hot friend
