Mulligan

A Mulligan, by definition, is a golf termed used for a re-do. Example: You shot poorly teeing off so you take a Mulligan and tee off again. A do-over.

I'm taking a Mulligan.

I made a choice. I chose Glass Guy.

This caused me a multitude of problems including getting bashed by one of my friends. It sucked. I cried. All over a stupid guy. Why do smart, amiable, funny women all of a sudden become vicious over men? I've been guilty of it before, but I guess I just don't get that worked up about those kind of things anymore because I don't see the point.

Especially since I realize now I made the wrong choice anyway.

I should always stick with my gut reaction of people. When I first met Glass Guy I thought he was a bit of a snot, and for some reason I changed this opinion (probably his sudden interest in me triggered it). But nope, I was right the first time.

He's just so....high maintenance. I have to do all the work to make up for his extreme awkwardness and I just don't have the patience for it. Why work that hard when I have a nice, smart, sweet guy who's actually unabashedly interested in me? No smoke and mirrors...or smoke and glass, in this case (glass humor!), with the MVP. All my friends love him. EVERYBODY seems to love him. So why, you might be asking, didn't I pick him in the first place?

Well, the answer is a 3-parter.

1. I like guys that suck (or blow. More glass humor!). If you don't suck, I will ditch you for a guy that does. Given the choice between a guy who sucks and a guy who doesn't suck I will pick the guy who sucks every time. Maybe it's because of my commitment phobia. Maybe it's because not knowing whether or not they really give a damn about me makes my stomach flip. Maybe it's because I'm an idiot....

2. The MVP is black, and my Mom kinda doesn't approve. I know, it 2010 and things like that shouldn't matter and color doesn't matter to me but my Mom's approval does...So even though the MVP is much nicer to me and seems more interested, I still favored Glass Guy. Glass Guy drives a truck, wears cowboy boots, listens to old country music (my step-dad is a country musician who covers the classics), and works at the local Farm & Ranch supply. He'd fit right in in Small Town, Kansas where I'm from. The thing is: I don't fit in there.

3. Glass Guy is cuter and we have more in common. He fascinates me. I feel like we "look right" together (aka similar style). Maybe a bit shallow, but true.

So, now I'm starting over and hopefully making the right decision.

Everybody makes mistakes, but I will try and correct mine.

Why then, does getting it right feel so wrong?

Maybe because I've never done it before.....