The perfect person...

Today was not a good day. I should mention that from the start. Last week, I broke my foot and sprained my ankle. Definitely not fun. Today I went to the doctor who decided to contort my foot for X-Rays and give me this massive boot. Massive. And heavy. On a rainy day. So, yeah, this wasn't a good day.

I have no clever metaphor for dating today. All I have is a revelation that I repeatedly have when I get dejected like this. The perfect person, that ideal soulmate, exists in one place. My head. And this is true for anyone. Perfection is in your head. Sorry if this shatters illusions for you, but this hopeless romantic had a more hopeless day than a romantic one. I just finished watching Julie and Julia again (thank you Netflix) and Julie's husband points something out to her. The perfect Julia is the one in her head. It got me thinking. That perfect someone... he's in my head...

If I keep picturing things in my head, how I want things to go, I keep getting disappointed. I understand this is a fact of life. I'm not naive enough to think otherwise. But I am someone who thinks that there may be someone out there who will prove me wrong. Bring it on. Please.

At this point, after treating myself to delicious take out, which I shouldn't have for a number of reasons, and singing out a few songs that I love to belt when I'm not having the best of days, there isn't much else I can do. Disappointment is a fact of life. The world is not a romantic comedy. Even when it is, it's not an every day thing. I cannot allow myself to pretend that this is My Life: The Movie.

So here is to a brighter tomorrow. And less rain please.