So there's this guy

I understand I'm under the influence right now on account of hormones but I am still completely smitten by a guy I've never met. I never ever spoken to him, virtually or otherwise. His awareness of me in his universe consists of my profile of which he may have only browsed the pictures before moving on. But I'm a little taken with him. Though he admittedly dresses like a hipster doofus, I feel I would willingly and proudly walk down the street with him in his skinny jeans, obnoxious and often unnecessary knitted hats and scarves, and red retro sneakers. I dig this dude and feel like if I'm digging him this hard, how can he not feel the universe tugging his sleeve to take a second look at me.

But it's not bugging him or tugging at him. It's sending him onward toward whatever he thinks he wants. And a mere 45 minutes after gushing about him, I have moved on as well.

We can't force these things, right?

I have written a handsome doctor who seems to live life to the nth degree--and may I just digress a bit on all these adventurous, rock climbing, scuba diving, globetrotting guys? What the hell damn guy? I already feel like I'm wasting God's time with how I use my daylight, especially when I read something about some 30 something in the paper who just reinvented velcro or post-it notes. Now while I'm dealing with everything thing else a dating site brings, rejection, rejection, unwanted solicitation, occasional penis pictures, more rejection, I feel like poop because while I have laundry and a real earnest clean of the baseboards on deck for my weekend, you're going to hike, fish, camp, spelunk, create, cook, sail and still have time for the gym and hanging out with your nieces and nephews or something equally incredulous. On one hand, I find it hard to believe these handsome guys could actually be single if they are so awesome but staying that active probably doesn't leave a lot of time for actually meeting people. I don't know.