Mom - “Why don’t you date someone smarter?”

Friends at Party – “Don’t do it, you’re never going to mesh well with someone who doesn’t have higher education” (in response to the notion of lowering my educational expectations in a date)

Common Sense - “Aim high”

Reality – “Aim Average”

It may sound bizarre, or it may make complete sense, I’m not really sure.  But my standards who I’m interested in dating, is very much dictated by my current life situation.  Allow me to elaborate.

I was once in love, Mega Love, with a boy.  He was my first love.  He was the only time I’ve ever really been in love.  He kind of changed my life.  Sure, I mean, I changed my life.  But if he hadn’t been a part of it, it may never have happened.  He was the wizard behind the curtain telling Tin Man that (s)he had had a heart all along.  I dreamed bigger.  I reached farther.  I wanted more because of him.  I stopped drinking for him, for us.  It was amazing.  Then it ended.  And it was horrible.  He didn’t break my heart.  But my heart was broken…I guess you could say by life.  And it’s so hard to explain everything except to say that all the bits of me that floundered during the end (my confidence, my drive and career ambitions, my dreams of going to an American University, my independence, my vivacity) have come back in full force and it’s oh so very good. I got over the breakup. This is the best breakup advice I can give you: I just got over it.

My heart healed.

I’m all back together now.  Mrs. Potato-head style.

But I couldn’t be less interested in getting into another relationship.

There’s still more to the story.

So speaking of the flourishing of the last year…I am dedicated to school.  I mean really dedicated.  Checks Calendar… In 15 weeks I’ll be back in school.  In 15 months (if all goes according to plan) I’ll be in Grad School (read:  American University aka Lifelong dream aka not living here)…working on the beginnings of my MA.  Add to this the fact that I refuse to do long distance again and there you have it.  The reasons why I don’t want a relationship.  My relationship goals are to not have a relationship at all. (Okay so there’s a couple other factors that contribute…I may get to some or all of them in other blogs…but this should suffice for now.)

But I’m normal.  I’m human.  I never really got to date much.

I want to have fun fun fun and nothing nothing nothing but fun.  I want to have first kisses and 6 hour dates.  I want ridiculously hilarious dating stories to goad my friends/blog readers with.  I want to juggle.  I want 4 dates a week.  I want to date multiple people at the same time.  I want to have fun fun fun.  I want to ride go karts and shoot pool.  I want to play darts and go bowling.  I want to play naked scrabble and go camping.  I want to laugh laugh laugh more than I’ve ever laughed before.  I want inside jokes and sexy banter, witty repartee and have you been there?  I want everything.  I want it now.  I want it this summer.

This.

Is the summer of boys.

This.

Is the summer of somethings.

The Somethings I’ll Date.

15 weeks.

To have my boy party and enjoy who I want to.

15 weeks.

Till Summer is Over and the Boys, become.

The boys I dated.

Sure he might not have a PhD. in physics BUT maybe just maybe he has a PHD.  He might not spend his days curing cancer or solving world peace, but if he makes me laugh and makes it fun, I want in.  So while I may expect less in certain areas because of the situation, I also may expect more in other areas.  Education, not so important, ability to get some balls and dial up my number, vitally important.  So we’ll see.  Hooray for boys!  Hooray for Summer!