Mr Right
So l have heard,that there is something called Mr Right.I started off not bothered,for l told myself he will find me. But before l knew it,3 years had passed me by so quick like a shooting star.I then felt sad,l still do because l still haven't found him.Three after my natural method,l thought l should make it happen,you know,like go out there and look for him. about three times l thought l had found him, but l was eventually proved wrong. Now l am sick and tired of looking, l've just given up. I will be turning the big 30 next year and l'm afraid l believe there is no Mr Right out there for me.
I know you might be thinking,l am the one with issues, either l am too ugly,too controlling,boring,blah blah blah. But l'm going to let you bethe judge of that. The public were asked how much they will rate me out of 10, (in terms of being attractive/pretty) and the average was a 7. So l'm not bad am l? I asked a few of my very trusted friends if l and,if l was too boring or if l talked too much.They said l was anything but boring,they said l dodn't say much, l say just enough.And for the record everyone who knows me thinks l'm very funny, even all of my ex-es.What is it then, l'm not dumb,l got 7 GCSEs, had a diploma at college,and BA Hons in Media. I've got a very good job as an audio editor, and l earn just enough to live a normal life. I'm very independent.I like to believe that l am very thoughtful,spontaneous,loving, caring,kind,ambitious,hard working,smart. So where could l have gone wrong?
Let me just give you an insight of my relaltionships since l was 19.
19years old-l got back with my ex -boyfriend, who l was with on and off for three years.The last time l broke up with him was because l was moving out of the country.I always loved him and l knew he did.l never doubted he loved me, but l always question our future.He was so immature,he didn't know what he wanted in life.He worked in a take away shop and l'm sure he still does.He earned money enough for rent for a shared room.He was very cute,girls always had their eyes on him, but that didn't affect me at all because l got the same attention from boys. So we both understood, although sometimes he got insecure, he always felt btter knowing l would never cheat on him. He is a regular drinker and smoker, so he would pay for rent and the rest on alcohol and smoking. He walked to work, so to him that was a big bonus, he couldn't leave that job for another one unless he could walk there or if they offered to pick him and drop him. He was so stingy, never got me anything,not flowers,chocolate or anything. He only got me some take away which he got from his work place.Valentines came and went, my birthday came and went by, but still nothing. Not even a movie, or just a cheap restuarant. Considering that l sometimes took him out for meals, movies and got him some gifts, l think he was very stingy. The love making was great, he would call about three times a day, send texts saying how much he loved and cared for me, how much he missed me or couldn't wait to see me, the list goes on. One day l asked him why he loved me, he told me he loved because l was me.Huh???Whaat?Because l am me?Can somebody please shed some light for me on this one?I broke up with him.
When l was 21 years old-I met this lovely guy, he wasn't as cute as my previous boyfriend, but he was a very ggod person. A practising christian,my parents liked him a lot and always  hoped he was my future husband.I have to admit, l knew he would make a good husband and father.He was a very had worker,had a good job, not better but just goo.He saved up because he didn't smoke or drink, he didn't go out to clubs, just parties.The problem is l wasn't sure if l loved him or just liked him.l think the fact that my parents liked him so much made me think l love him, but l later discovered l just liked him.It took me time to tell him, so l just hung on there hoping l would maybe develop real feelings for him, but to no avail, l never did. He was very heart broken, the poor guy cried and was on the down for like ever.I felt bad, l still do, if you reading this, l'm so sorry.
2 years on l met a very ambitious guy. l thought he was my everything. He was almost everything a woman could ever want. Caring, loving, thoughtful, a bit of a bad boy, handsome.He would send me flowers at work, l would find flowers at home, he was very spontaneous, he would leave me trails, he took me out for treats, got me gifts.He was very organized, so he never forgot my birthday, valentines and our anniversary (since we'd gotten together ). What more could l ask for, right?l could see myself spending my entire life with him. But he was from a different tribe, and some of my family didn't approve. You'd think by now people are over that, but looks like it never goes away. I stood by him, l wasn't going to let a good thing slip through my fingers because of some people's ego. A year went by and family looked like they had gotten to accept him, and boom, a bombshell on me. He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't continue living a lie, HE WAS GAY.I never thought it would ever happen to me but, hey, l'm human as well. He told me he didn't see anyone behind my back*(like that was supposed to make feel better) but he had strong feelings for this guy at work.He said he had decided to some out of the closet and told me he was sorry it had to happen to me. At least he didn't leave me for another woman, right?
At 25, l had what l now call a rebound from my gay ex-boyfriend.It lasted about 6months, it was fun but nothing serious, well l never took it serious. I decided l needed some time off relationships. After that l buried myself in work, l got promoted and was really happy at work.I could afford a lot of things l once only wished and hoped to have. But something was missing, Mr Right.So at 27 l decided it was time to get serious about finding Mr Right.I even joined dating websites.
 I then met this guy, he was so cute. Had muscle, had a good job, very hard working,loving, and just about perfect. his family liked me so much.I liked them to.We went out together, oh he was a very good dancer as well, l love a man who's got moves.He was in love with me. But he had one problem,l dreaded kissing him because he had a bad breath. That is a complete put off. I got him to try everything, but it never really helped. And the fact that he smoked didn't help either.Then it turned out he was friends with my first ex- boyfriend.It was very awkward. It was so sad but l broke up with him, l really though.So a year and a half on, l'm all alone, still no Mr Right.
So you tell me,is there something wrong with me, or there's simple no Mr Right???