My Pickle is Fickle
One annoying thing about being a single guy is that you end up considering pretty much every girl you meet a potential prospect for your One True Love. It's sort of ridiculous. And more than a little fickle. Everytime I go to the cafeteria I'm gauging my female co-workers on the way.
I think what makes it so bad is the criteria you resort to. I'm just gonna come out and say it: I like a pretty face. "Oh, she has aesthetically pleasing features, can I imagine the rest of my life with her?" I don't like it. I don't like keeping an open mind. I like the comfort and security that dead certainy brings.
I'm particuarly suspect of attractive women who are still single at 25. I can come up with two, and only two, reasonable explanations for such a phenomenon:
1. She just got out of a long, meaingful relationship and is still heart-broken.
2. She is psycho.