I think back to the Fourth of July weekend of this year. Allison and I went to the lake with Britni and her family. As we were living Greers Ferry we stopped at Large Mouth Pizza. Almost right about the table we were sitting at was fly paper. You know the sticky strip of paper flies get caught in? I now know more than I probably should about them fly paper. You pull this sticky paper out of a little canister and it hangs from the ceiling. There this sticky stuff that will stay sticky despite exposure to the air and whatnot. There's this stuff on there that attracts the flies and once they touch they paper, they're stuck. There's also poison on the strip that kills the fly, but that doesn't really work for the analogy I'm about to use.
I'm not really sure how I find the guys I do. But if they have a tick, bad habit, disorder, something like that I will find them, or well they will find me. Apparently I'm like fly paper. I apparently attract the fly of men. There has been the jerk, the unattached, the too attached, the over eager, the under impressed, the unimpressive, the just don't get the hint, the liar, the cheater, and the picky eater.
I have been set up on blind dates with cousins, friends, brother-in-laws. I have met guys when I've been out. I have met guys at church. Is there any place to met a normal, sensible man. Or I am the fly paper to dysfunctional men?
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