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My cousin convinced me to download the game Modern Girl onto my iPhone. It is beyond ridiculously addictive.

It does have a problem though:
My ideals for dating have reached an ultimate high standard. The game has taught me that if you buy a guy a beer, he will love you forever. Unless he is ridiculously classy, then he will love you forever after you buy him champagne. After that, you take the boys out on dates and they spontaneously gift you jewelry, giant wads of cash that go up to like $2000, and giant-ass diamonds.

That’s it real-life boys. This isn’t happening unless you give me giant diamonds.

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A little over a month ago I decided it was time to start dating again after getting out of my relationship. I started going out, meeting guys, giving out my number, texting, doing the whole dinner-and-a-movie thing (many times), and it was the most fun I have had in years.

In the midst of my dating spiel, I decided to go to a coffee shop in the afternoon to read. I looked over when this guy entered the shop and my heart just went into panic mode. He was my dream guy, physically, to a T. He had the black hair, the bluest of eyes, the big biceps, the super-defined jaw, and not to mention he was in a suit. I kept telling myself to not look at him, but I couldn’t help it. He was so beautiful. He caught me looking at him, and smiled. I stopped breathing. I told myself to bury myself in my book and never look up. And I didn’t, until a hand on my shoulder asked if my other seat was taken. Of course it had to be him.

I put my book down, and he introduced himself. It took him about thirty seconds to get me out of my panic bubble. He was so friendly, and funny, and just all-around fantastic that all I wanted to do was to talk to him forever. We talked about our dream cars, traveling, not being American, our families, our interests, music, and so many other things that usually interests no other people. We exchanged numbers, and parted ways.

We talk every couple of days, and I just fall harder for him and I can’t help it. I’ve gone out with a couple of other guys since we met, but none of them are him. None of these guys can keep up with my interests the way he does. It makes me want to stop seeing other guys, and involuntarily I guess I have. I keep just hoping he will finally ask me out on a formal date, and we can move forward from there. A girl can only hope.

1. Acquire coffee.

2. Go to post office to pick up package.

3. Stop by tattoo shop to meet with tattoo artist for first tattoo design.

4. Acquire a hamburger.

5. Unpack shit brought from college that has not been unpacked yet.

6. Read new book.

Sounds like a successful day to me.

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