Hey Beautiful

"Ba ba BA baaa ba ba ba baaaaaa dada da dadada da dadada daaaaaaa" - The Solids

If you know me, you know I'm slightly obsessed with a few things:

1...and 2) Friends (Both the real life ones, and the ones on that AWESOME TV show)
3) HIMYM
4) Music
5) Things that are both funny and fun.

Today, kids, we're going to talk about the 3rd. How I Met Your Mother. HIMYM, for short. In case you were unaware, the little intro song? IS A REAL SONG! I LITERALLY just learned this. And I kinda dig it! The song is call "Hey Beautiful", by The Solids. I would say "Check it out", but I'm gonna post it here because easy.

Anyway, the real blog post starts now:

What I've Learned From Watching HIMYM...Again

My sister got married a few months ago. I'm the only one of the siblings that's still single. Not a fan of that...or having been reminded of it seven times during the wedding/reception, but that's neither here nor there. That night, after the reception was over, I headed back to my place, and decided to rewatch How I Met Your Mother. For probably the 5th time. I finished season 7 tonight, which means I'm all caught up (as far as I've watched, at least). I've realized something: I'm turning into Ted Mosby. I've gone back and forth on the whole "I want a wife and kids" thing for years now. The older I get, the more I really do want it. However, ever time I go out searching for "the one", I get dumped on.

I went on a blind date not too long ago. It was my first date in 8 years. The last one, oddly enough, was also a blind date. Anyway, I thought we were having a decent, if not a good, time. Until I realized: She was looking at her phone almost the whole time we were together. She then told the person who set us up that there was no chemistry.
I'm sorry...what? How can we even ATTEMPT chemistry when you're looking at your phone for 97% of our date? Come on. Pissed me off...

Since the Blind Date iPhone Debacle, I've joined eHarmony. They offered me a killer deal on membership, and I took it. I have started communicating with people who, according to Dr. Neil Clark Warren, are nearly perfectly compatible with me. I have sent 7 messages to ladies all over the US. 5 of those ladies...have now become "hidden matches". I'm pretty sure that means they said "Hahahaha no. Loser", and made it so I never talk to them again. Not gonna lie, kinda hurts my feelings. But what can ya do? Well, I'm choosing to listen to my friend Dory. She told me to just keep swimming. So? I keep looking. Keep sending messages. Keep getting rejected. You know why? Because one day, I'm gonna find her. Either that? Or I'll be that cool guy with all the snakes. Or dogs. Or something. But not cats. Never cats.