I’m selfishly grabbing this from my friend, Tosca’s Facebook Box because it makes a lot of sense to do so. (I hope you don’t mind honey!)

This just engulfed me because it made so much sense.

I don’t need a man, I’ve said it countless times but nine out of the ten times I’ve said it, I never really quite meant it, but now I do.

It took me a lot to get to this situation and more than anything, I’m grateful because I’ve seen friends and family memebers who cannot live alone and you can’t say that I blame them, we live in a culture where we need to be with someone to feel significant.

I’m happy I was the ugly duckling in high school because it gave me these important virtues:

A) Never settling for less
B) Patience
C) Independence

Yes, my Friday and Saturday nights may be boring, especially if all my friends are out on dates every weekend and my facebook page may be next to boring since all I ever have are pictures of my family and friends (cute and adorable family and friends!) but you know, it’s amazing to know that you can sustain yourself and you can be friends with yourself.

I’m in between what I feel towards relationships because there was a time when I thought I needed it and there also used to be a time that I used to hate it with every fiber of my being.

When I say that I’m in the middle, I mean that at one end of the spectrum, I don’t like the idea of being tied down (a girl can only take so many “where are you?” messages) and at the same time, I don’t think I’d push love away when it comes my way (which I do most of the time).

I’m just floating in the middle, getting to know people and in my mind coming up with a list based on the guys I meet.

It’s funny how much my taste in men has changed since I started working.

He doesn’t have to be perfect, he just has to be the perfect one for me and since I still don’t know myself fully, I have no right to demand anything from him– yet.

Also, I’m just in this point in my life where I want to explore and learn. Get hurt and learn again. I don’t want to have the baggage of being committed to someone and have him be the last priority in my life.

When the time comes, everything will be perfect, everything will fall into place and I don’t have to rush ANYTHING.

It’s going to happen.

I’m not going to chase after it anymore and I’m not going to be crushed if one of my crushes decide that I’m not his type (whatever that means).

It may be a bad thing to say, but men are mere accessories in this part of my life unless someone shocks the boots out of me and make me realize that he’s the one I’ve been waiting for.

So for the mean time, I’d wait patiently, without hooking up (that is such a dirty phrase-really) or looking.

I’m just living my life and I know my Mr. Right is too.