Findng the One,
Finding
the one should be so easy, after all we as human beings have made technology
easy enough for one to date now. Dating websites are starting to be the new
thing for women who are no longer searching love in a bar. Instead women can
now urge themselves to find the one they want through a picture while having
their belly fat convulsing out of their too tight jeans and high bun hair. We
has single “not good enough to date” women have turned ourselves into the world
of technology and bad lighting photos to do the work for ourselves.
This
world has begun to develop so much complication with social media sites. My theories,
if he doesn’t have a facebook, drop him, because that is sketchy. If I am even
slightly talking to a guy, I want to add him on facebook so I can creep. I look
at the status, the photos, and I creep hard. It’s not like it was when my
sister was my age. Instead my sister had an AIM, and she judged him possibly on
his icon and screen name. So this world, is it us to blame?
Instead
of finding what we want, going out, discovering it, we instead our hitting an
accept and delete button like it is no problem. We desire to have relationships
like “snap, crackle, and POP” instantly wanting the next big thing. And
immediately throwing out what we could have had.
Maybe
finding the one, is more like finding ourselves. We as women constantly make a
list of what we want and what we don’t want. It’s confusing, and sadly it’s
harsh on the good men that stand at our doorway. Some girls can’t decide what
they want, while others don’t get out and expect Mr.Right to knock on your
door. Our decisions have now turned to
the internet for dating and social sites to find someone for us.
But the
one shouldn’t be like the next Iphone, instead the person should be slowly
waited on, taking the time slowly, and treating it like it’s your old song you
never get tired from. I am not saying don’t date online, but don’t lose hope.
There is someone for everyone, even the hobo who pees on your tires downtown.
Or that waitress at the waffle house with the huge mole. There’s someone for
everyone. Certainly you have to understand your future one is having the same
frustration as you are wondering where you are, or if you’ll ever come.
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