If you’ve been single for a while now and are actually looking for a relationship, chances are you’ve been accused of being “too picky.” But why is being picky actually a bad thing? I’m looking for someone to potentially spend the rest of my life with — shouldn’t he actually be worth that kind of commitment? Besides, it’s not that I’m picky, it’s that I know I deserve more than what I’ve been offered so far.
I didn’t choose this journey, but it’s the one I’m on. I never chose to date guy after guy who wasn’t right for me. I wanted one of them to be Mr. Right, too, but none of them were. I never thought that this wild ride would happen to me, but it did and I’m dealing with it the best way that I can.
I won’t settle for the sake of not being single. I know I might seem to be a little further behind than the most, but that’s fine by me. Sure, I get lonely at times, but all in all, I’m happier knowing that my forever is still waiting for me. I shouldn’t have to be celebrating milestones according to everyone else’s timeline to fit in. This is me — I’m still single and that’s OK.
I’ve been treated like crap, and it’s only made me stronger. I have a few ugly experiences under my belt and it wasn’t because I didn’t give things a chance. I’m out here and I’m trying — what more can I do? My experiences have taught me things about myself that other people wouldn’t understand because they haven’t been through it. My past has dictated what I want for my future, and I deserve happiness.
Forever is a long time to be miserable. When I truly think about the prospect of living the rest of my days with someone, I want him to be amazing. He doesn’t need to be rich, ridiculously good looking or in any way “perfect” — he just needs to be right for me. I’d rather spend forever with myself and be happy than with the wrong person and miserable.
I’m doing just fine on my own. Believe me when I say that I’ve got this stuff handled. I’m living my life to the fullest, guy or no guy. A relationship isn’t what defines me — I’m doing fine with that all on my own, thanks.
The right person needs to fit in my life, too. A life partner isn’t just someone I get married to and have kids with one day — to me, it’s so much more than that. He needs to be my partner in crime, my biggest cheerleader and confidante, just as I’ll be his. So far, it hasn’t happened yet.
I refuse to rush the process. There is no race to the finish line. It might seem like I’m not trying or that I’m taking my sweet ass time and making this process difficult for myself, but you only see the outside story. I’ve realized that it’s far better to hold out and wait for something worthwhile than spend a lifetime wondering if I really made the right choice.
I shouldn’t have to lower my standards. Lowering my standards will never be an option. I have a right to my preferences and it’s my choice to wait until the right guy comes along. It has nothing to do with being “too picky” and everything to do with being true to myself.
I want my last choice to be the right choice. I don’t want to end up like so many other broken relationships I’ve witnessed, and if that means I have to wait a bit longer, then so be it. It’s my life to design and I choose to wait. I’m not asking for too much, I don’t deserve less, and I don’t mind waiting for something real and everlasting, because when I finally fall in love again, he’ll be the one I’ve been looking for all along.