The late bloomer

People complain about how difficult it is to find a boyfriend or girlfriend. They say for some unknown reason, they aren't able to meet the right people or they never get approached by people. Then come the complaints about how they hate being single or they're jealous of seeing happy couples around them.

To be honest, I'm one of those people. As much as I hate to admit it, I just can't help but feel this way. I tend to think of myself as being a late bloomer. I didn't date in high school like everyone else. I didn't get my first official kiss until the first year of college. My first real relationship wasn't until my third year of college. Sex didn't come around until I was 20. I can honestly say I've had two real relationships in my life. One in which broke my heart but I was in love. So many of my friends are engaged, married, seriously in love, or even with kids already. I'm starting to feel like I will always be the late bloomer of the group. It's as though my luck has never gotten me anywhere.

I know what I want in my life. I want to: finish school, move to the east coast, be a social worker, fall in love and have it returned, see the world, raise a family, be happy. I would love to have someone to share that with me. Someone to be by my side when things go amazingly well...and for the times when the world seems to crumble at my feet.

I want him to be sweet, sincere. Outgoing and determined. Strong willed and strong minded. I want him to have an open heart to love unconditionally. To accept me for all of my flaws and to have his own flaws for me to love. Someone to hold me when I'm sad and to make me laugh until tears come to my eyes. I want someone to be there to make me smile. I don't need the movie star good looks or the riches. I need a man with a kind heart.

I don't think I ask for too much. I understand that things happen when they're supposed to. Don't go looking for it, it will find you. Those sayings are common but as much as I want to just be patient, sometimes it becomes to difficult. I thought I had it all at one point and in another instance, I lost it. I wish fate would stop playing games. I deserve to be happy.

So really, is it that hard to meet someone? Or is it our fault? Perhaps we are so focused on finding the perfect someone that we're closing ourselves off from the people who are around us every day. Our standards are too high and I think it's starting to result in the wrong people getting together.