My life is not an episode of Friends, nor does it take after Carrie's from Sex and the City. In the end, the guys I have loved never got off the plane, or flew to Paris to find me. So far, all of my major relationships have involved emotionally unavailable men more concerned about themselves than about being with me.
But don't feel sorry for me.
Sometime after the demise of my last relationship, I realized that life is too short to wait around for anyone. I don't believe there is such a thing as one soulmate and one finite person to spend the rest of your days with. I'm too young to take that step right now. And so, until then, I am committed to have as much fun as I can, and kiss as many (cute) boys as possible. Of course I want want every person on this earth wants: friendship, support, chemistry, love, acceptance - but I'm not willing to settle for someone who I'm just *comfortable* with. I would rather be (happily) single than with someone who doesn't appreciate everything about me.
The small twist to all of this is that I keep in contact with all of my exes...I would like to say that for the most part, it is completely over with them. But then, life is unexpected, and love is never easy. Who knows, maybe one day, someone will get off the plane for me.
I'm not holding my breath.