The Truth Doesn't Hurt So Much When You Knew It All Along

Sometimes you just don't wanna hear the truth.

I'm told my friend today that I really dig Party Girl. We all work together, so I figure he could give me some insight or helpful advice.

Instead he tells me that she's not really the kind of girl I should be going for. "I don't think she's looking for love," he tells me. "It's more like she would be happy with a guy who gives her his credit card. 'Okay, I'm gonna go to work, you do your thing, and we'll live happy ever after.'"

I think that would sum it up pretty good. Party Girl's been seeing some guy for a while and he's pretty successful from the sound of things. And I don't think my friend meant she's out for money, but rather she doesn't know what she wants right now because she's still young (like 21 or something.) So a guy who's good-looking and has money is pretty much her type right now.

"Yeah, but I like her," I insisted.

"Why? Okay, if you had your choice of any good-looking woman in the store..."

We both agreed on this other woman, who is single-handedly the most beautiful woman. Ever. And nice. A regular dream girl. This woman-- we'll call her Tracy-- is a 100% pure Puerto Rican Goddess.

But that's not who our story is about.

"Tracy. By far. But she's got that boyfriend...," I started to say.

"Yeah. Me too."

"But I like PG. It's not about looks as much as it is how we get along."

And that's what it is. But it got me thinking about how I've been wrong so many times before. It's always the personality that piques my interest in a girl but the girl more often than not ends up being the wrong kind. For me. I wondered later if my radar is calibrated wrong. Maybe when I end up liking a girl I should realize that it's because she's the wrong kind of girl.

We talked about B, because that's his girlfriend. "B's a different kind of girl. See, it wouldn't matter if the two of you lived in a shack. B doesn't care, as long as you're hers. She doesn't care about money."

He made a good point about PG. And it didn't really dent my feelings because I guess I knew it was true. If I were to get involved I'd end up getting hurt. A few flashes of the heart-wrenching past just flew through me. Ack.

"Yeah," I ceded. "I guess you're right"

And that's what I'm looking for. A girl with PG's personality and B's moral compass. And Tracy's looks.

God, is it too much to ask for? Please?

I guess it's time to move on. Again. This would be the kind of thing I would expect to be a test. To see if I can let go of the inevitable and try and go for the right kind of girl. I would think that with my track record, I'd be an expert of the wrong kind of girl by now.