Looking For Love In All The Wrong Aisles

So Project Fitness bombed once again, my mind wasn't focused on losing weight to be honest. I was trying to accomplish other goals. I wanted a boyfriend. I was hungry for love. A steady diet of sweet kisses, warm embraces and lots of cuddling was what I wanted to consume.

As if I were shopping in grocery store, I scanned every aisle high and low for potential mates. I found several suitors. They were beautiful in there own ways. Appealing from head to toe, these gentlemen caused my mouth to water. Shopping for a boyfriend is a lot like shopping for groceries, there is so much to choose from. You can go home with Young and Dumb cereal bars, Oatmeal Raisin Asian cookies or Homo-Thug flavored Hot Cocoa. Unlike shopping for actual groceries though, you might not always get what you believe you are purchasing. No matter how many times you read the exterior or familiarize your self with the ingredients of your potential man you can always get bamboozled.

I was thinking about purchasing a nice sweet bun cake when I met Mr. iGot2muchSwagg. After buying into his lies, I soon discovered, nothing but arrogance. He never compromised and he was always right even though he was blatantly wrong. This supposed sweet bun cake left an especially sour taste in my mouth when he desired to see me only after midnight. “Do I look like a booty call to you?,” I thought to myself.

Then I moved on to the produce aisle and my eyes landed on basket of red, juicy cherries. I never saw cherries so flirtatious. The cherries were red like the hearts that EJ used to leave in his bbm statuses in reference to me. He called me an “angel” and said I left him speechless. In the pit of my stomach, I knew that EJ was to good to be true and just as I choked on the pit of such sensual fruit, the cherries where enticing someone else.

All in all, its time to stop shopping and looking around. Their are so many things within myself that I need to work on. Why do I want a boyfriend? What are my intentions? If I can’t answer those two questions, then frankly I should give up the search. To the gym, I return and in my right mind I hope to stay, its time to stop selling myself short.