If you’ve been reading my blog, in particular the last post in which I mention it, one of my year-long goals is to find the one. Yeah, a bit dramatic, I know, but I’m not kidding. I don’t want to find the okay one, the ever popular this-one-will-do one or the even more popular I-could-do-a-lot-worse one.

I just want to find The One.

This quest of mine started around a year or two ago when I finally decided the time had come to truly start looking for a co-pilot. Since the relationship with my college boyfriend, which lasted four years and ended over twelve years ago, I haven’t really been too concerned about finding The One. But today, it struck me that I’ve grown since my quest began, for the better, and that’s a good thing, right? Allow me to give a little back story before I write what I learned…

Over the past two weeks, I’ve been talking to a guy but we haven’t had our first date yet because he broke his foot and has been heavily dosed on pain killers. Well that and I also just started a new job and have been working a lot. Point is, we haven’t met up BUT we’ve been in contact every day since we starting talking.

Now, flashing back to maybe three or so months prior to this, one of my friends brought to my attention he noticed I’ll meet a guy I like but then have real high expectations and think he’s super great until shortly thereafter, I come to realize he really isn’t. Thanks Jim, and I agree with you now. But considering this behavior was still going on only a month or so ago, I know I’ve grown because…

I find myself giving a shit.

I may not be ready to walk down any aisle that ends with me being legally bound to someone, but I know I care because today while I was driving, I found myself thinking, “I wonder what his relationship to his parents is like… I wonder what kind of life he’s had… And even though he didn’t wish me a happy birthday on my birthday after he found out about it just the day before, I didn’t write him off but rather laughed it off. And when he asks me to text him after I get home from work at night so he knows I got home, I’m not annoyed at all but rather genuinely captivated.”

I finally understand the real meaning behind what Sean said in Good Will Hunting, “You’re not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you’ve met, she’s not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you’re perfect for each other.”

That is the question. And I’m finally asking it…