Trifecta

it's surprisingly disappointing being single in boulder, colorado. as an outdoorsy person myself, this should be a mecca and literal meat market for me. it's boulder, for goodness' sake. all i need is a boy with a beard (seems to be a recurring theme for this blog...), a plaid shirt, and a love for the mountains that's only rivaled by his love for me. totally cheesy, i know, but it's true. of course there are a few more stipulations, but come on, is it that hard??? (that's what she said.)

um, hell yes. shaggy hair, full but nicely trimmed beard, plaid shirt, and JOHN KRASINSKI. that'll do.

so i have to be completely honest that i haven't really been seeking any men as of late. prior relationship complications kept me from doing that, combined with the fact that i never really seek men. i simply meet someone, i like him, he likes me, we end up in a relationship. pretty simple. i'm also not really dying for a relationship, it's just interesting to me that there aren't 10 guys every day that i'm interested in dating. there are 0. null. nadda. zilch. nadda. a big fat goose egg. every guy that's the least bit datable for me is married. not just in a relationship or dating someone, but married. i even work at an adventure/outdoor magazine where we're housed with other outdoor/adventure magazines on the same floor; it should be a no brainer, but nope. nothing. i guess i need to get out more. or something.