At first, I found myself attracted to the traditional playboy favorite of the bachelorettes - smart, ruggedly handsome, but hardly approachable for a punk like me. Then, further along in the game, I was swayed by an interesting choice. I'd never before heard his name. He was shy and preferred to stay in the background - I suppose. But there was something majestic about him. The chemistry didn't last on my end, but I guess he's stayed planted in the back of my head nonetheless.
Randomly, one day, I had a strange epiphany. I had had my eye on a certain spiffy yet seemingly approachable bloke for whom the girls are known to fall. He's desirable - gorgeous in the rugged sort of way. He's the type of guy your parents would love to invite for dinner. But he's not a player like the rest who fall in his category. I found myself wishing I could make it with him. Perhaps he'd be into my artsy creativity. Perhaps he'd be enamored by my writing skills. Perhaps he'd over-look my lacking ability to take tests or complete menial homework assignments that only serve to take time away from my music-making. However, when I later saw things in perspective, I realized that I would have to work WAY too hard to make this relationship take off. This guy, though seemingly a good person, would only accept the fully packaged me - I don't mean the me that's put on a satin red dress and make-up...not that kind of packaging - I mean the hardcore packaging when part of me would be hiding and the other part stretching so hard I'd no doubt be pulling something. It didn't seem worth it.
At the same time as I was having this realization, I was in a very interesting situation. I'd been chilling with a guy just by chance. We'd met at a journalism conference and he was taking the same train as me downtown. We happened to talk and since the conference was to last for a good five-weeks, I knew I'd get to know him pretty well through our daily train trips. He had an epic air about him. He was incredibly attractive in a laid-back way - but that's the type of attractive I like. He seemed flexible and artsy, but academic in the practical sense as well. He was well-rounded and knowledgeable. I got the sense he knew a lot of people. But so did I. And we both seemed to be interested in connecting on a personal level.
About two weeks into the conference, we began to hang out more. I learned a lot more about him. Seemingly detached before, he began to open up. I found myself in love - for the first time. Something about this guy just seemed to fit with me. He was perfect. He was everything I'd searched for subconsciously and consciously.
Now, nearly two months after the conference's end, I continue to maintain feelings for this guy. It's my job to win him and to be a successful bachelorette in this mind-boggling game. I know that he and I would both benefit from such a partnership and would most likely lose if it didn't work out. I must do my best in the next month to convince him of this. And some of Rihanna's confident sass may do me some good.
So Northwestern: "If it's lovin' that you want, you should make ME your girl." :D
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