My 92-year-old grandmother — Maga as we like to call her — has lived with us since I was a little girl. She is still very much with it and having lived a lot longer than I have, she gives pretty good advice. This past Sunday I went downstairs to her little “apartment” and sat down to talk with her because it had been a while. I told her about the party I went to on Friday and about baby-sitting earlier that day. She asked me how this summer had been for me, and I said, ‘oh you know, it’s been OK. There have not been too many guys but oh well.’
Her reply was almost immediate. She said, ‘well you know Brielle, you are too picky.’
‘Now…I don’t know about that,’ was my first response. But as I sat back and listened to what she said I think maybe she was telling the truth. I have had boyfriends over the years but nothing has ever lasted very long because I always find a fault or they just end up being jerks. Although I haven’t had great luck in this department you can’t say I haven’t tried!
I think I know what I like… but I’m still trying to figure out exactly what that is. Every time I meet someone new I have this list of things in my mind with little checkboxes that I check off. Are they sport-hunters? Are they homophobic? Are they overly religious?
I can’t help it — I just do not want to date a homophobic, right-wing Bush lover who thinks God is the answer to life and that killing animals for fun is AWESOME. Clearly I’m not into homophobic, freakly religious, republican men who hunt. Is that a problem? I mean no offense to anybody who is into that, it is just NOT for me.
My grandma brought up the fact that I once dumped a guy because he hunted. OK so the hunting did NOT turn me on but I mean maybe I just did not feel it or maybe the image of him pulling out a rifle and killing a poor little beautiful deer was just not appetizing to me. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a die-hard vegetarian or anything but at least we eat the food that is killed. Hunting for sport drives me INSANE.
Anyway, I am getting off topic. Is being picky the reason why I have not found someone yet? Who knows? Yes, I am only nineteen — almost twenty years old — but I’d like to find something close to what my brother, sister, and parents have. They have love and I want it! But I guess I am just not ready to lower my standards to find it.
Honestly, I am really not THAT picky. I mean I just want a tall, dark, handsome guy who is funny, sensitive, loves animals, could dress up as a woman if needed (you would have to know my family…), is on the liberal side of things and would not mind a non-religious life (I’ll accept relatively benign if he’s drop-dead gorgeous). Oh, and if you could throw in an accent there (preferably Irish, Scottish, or English), that would be fabulous.
I mean am I really that picky? Is that too much to ask? 
