A little background

So basically I am a mid 20s professional girl just living the dream. Looking back, I never thought that I would be single at 28. I mean, I am a planner, and I had my life planned to a T. Married by 24 and having kids by 27....well, let's see I'm slightly off schedule, seeing as how there are not any candidates in the running. I did the college and grad school thing....pushing and driving boyfriends away because nothing, I mean nothing was going to get in the way of my career. Now that I have the kick ass dream job, own a home, have a somewhat stable life, I am ready to find "THE ONE." Yeah, I know, it's a scary thought to me too.

So basically, I thought I would write about my trials and tribulations of dating and being single here....somewhat of a venting method, cause let's face it, my friends probably get tired of me complaining about the same shit. Names will be changed to protect the not so innocent.

I thought I had found the one last summer, Douche Bag, as he will be called here. Douche Bag brought out a side of me I had never seen. I loved spending as much time with him as possible. Due to my dream job, I travel quite a bit...which I would have thought would make me ideal girlfriend material, you know home on the weekend kind of deal...no, long story short Douche Bag cheated on me. That was a first for me....I was devastated. I swore off boys for almost 5 months (well, ok, I may have made out with some boys, but I didn't let myself like any of them.)

Fast forward to 5 weeks ago. I meet Mr. Roddick. I am actually in the same room in Oklahoma City right now as 5 weeks ago when this all began. Mr. Roddick and I started corresponding via match.com right after Christmas I believe, nothing quite major, just small talk. But as it is 2am and I should probably sleep...I will continue tomorrow