Blue Eyes

There is a joke/theory about how I choose the men I date, put me in a room with a group of men and I will inevitably choose or be drawn to the biggest asshole with blue eyes. Yesterday it was brought to my attention that this is not a new phenomenon but has been true since I started dating many moons ago.

Yesterday while on the plane to my second vacation destination I was stopped on my way out of the bathroom by a man with reddish blond hair and blue eyes in his early thirties. "Excuse me, did you grow up in the small town of _____, by any chance?" He asked. "Yes" I responded quizzically as I scanned his face for any recognizable features. "I thought that was you. I grew up there too my name is Mr. McAsshole (not his real name). I thought it was you in the airport but I wasn't sure, but when you just walked by I knew I had to ask. There is an empty seat beside me come and sit down, we can catch up."

Mr. McA was the first boy I ever kissed in high school. He was my neighbour, a jock, the black sheep of his family, a trouble maker in school and he had while blond hair and blue eyes. I was smitten. For a whole year we walked home from school together, had science, math and history together and I don't think he really knew I was alive.

At some point we ended up working on a project together for one of our classes. We were goofing off more than we were working and at some point, when we should have been working we were kissing. This happened a few more times over the course of the semester but nothing ever became of our innocent trysts. Within the year he and his family left town and I moved on to other boys with blue eyes.

As I sat on the plane with him, listening to him talk about his upcoming divorce, his adventures, his expensive suits, and his numerous sexual exploits I thought to myself what was I ever attracted to? This bravado is kinda sad. Then I started to think about some of the other blue eyed gems that have pasted though my life and he could have been almost anyone of them. They are all; smart, outgoing, have issues with authority, the life of the party, emotionally unavailable and above all else an Asshole.

What have I learned? Maybe nothing, or maybe the next time I am in a room with a group of men I will look for something a little deeper than blue eyes.

The Single Girl