I think I have a type. I hate that, but I think it might be true. I’m too young to have a type. I should be more willing to be open to different types of people…After all, if you’re dating the same guy over and over again and it keeps not working out what good are you doing yourself?
But everyone has their differences, and no person is the same, and I think that’s just always what I suppose when I date the dark haired-light skinned-jewish-fit-science major-mama’s boy-who’s into science fiction novels, over and over again.
I think it’s about time I branch out. Sometimes you have to reconsider people. Sometimes you can want something but it isn’t necessarily what’s good for you in the long run. Like chocolate cake. I’ve always had a soft spot for chocolate cake.
It’s about time I try some granola. Harder to swallow, but easier to digest.