Let's examine. I've lived in Clovis/Fresno area my whole life. While there is an abundance of things to complain about amongst them are: the heat, car thieft, the gangs, the hoods of highly unintelligent beings, poverty, bums, and the lack of job. But overall I don't feel like it's a terrible place to live. We can get to both mountains and beach in roughly 2 1/2 hours. We have LA a mere 4ish hours a way, the beautiful San Francisno, and let's not forget our National Park Yosemite. Afterall, Clovis is the gateway to the Sierras. We have two water parks, two great concert venues that attract big names, two water parks, 3 1/2 movie theatres, 3? Walmarts, more than 5 Targets, along side many other of luxury places to go. Basically Fresno is what you make it and if you really seek out something to do it's not really hard to find. Except...quality men.
Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's just my unexplainable, unimaginable high standards. I kid you not though to find a single, honest man, who has a job, car, and doesn't live with his parents who isn't a complete idiot seems nearly impossible in this town and trust me I've looked. I've been on OkCupid, Plenty of Fish, Match.com, and Tinder. I've asked friends. I've gone to bars. I've went to the golf range. I've search high and low for a mature serious man who has his priority straight and that I have a connection with and I have had no luck.
This weekend I did manage to come across two men that were quite handsome and seem really sweet and sane. The only thing is the way I'm totally digging is where? Seattle. Yup... 737 miles away. WHY???
I know that what's meant to be will be? But come on Universe give me a break? What are you trying to tell me? What does this all mean? Are you trying to torture me?
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