Britain, I salute you!

So there's something about British guys that attracts me to them.  It's not the accent, because not all of them have one.  It's something.

The third Birtish guy I dated was an absolute sweetheart.  Brought me flowers & candy on the first date, and an entire Godiva Cheesecake from the Cheesecake factory all the way from SF, where he was driving down from on the second date.  He even bought Patriots tickets for the third date bc he knew I was a huge fan.  I really liked the guy...but just as a friend.  I didnt feel any chemistry with him to want more.  Isnt that sad?  I'm just sad.  I had a complete gentleman in front of me and I was rejecting him.  Happy to say though, he did find himself a deserving girl and has been married for almost a year now.  He and I did stay in touch as good friends.  Small world got smaller when his neice and my younger brother started flirting about 2 years ago.  Little brother hates how I always end up knowing the girls he tries to date.

So, after that, there were a few more Brits I met and was charmed with.  Hotlanta being one of them.  There is one more that has been in the background and he usually pops in and out throughout the years. 

We will call him "H" bc its too early in the morning for me to come up with a clever nickname.

H actually is in England right now.  He and I were introduced by hoards of family friends when they all found out he was coming to the States for a vacation.  So he and I have been corresponding for about 3 years now.  We've been trying to get to know each other better for this long time and being in different countries and time zones dont help.  So, we continue to try.  Maybe one day it'll be concluded whether we should agressively pursue this or say goodbye.  Side note:  he's super cute in a total dorky way!  Have I mentioned I'm attracted to nerdy looking guys who wear glasses, are about avg build, and make corny jokes?  This guy loves to rag on Americans and their S'mores, making me his perfect target.  I dont mind, I love hearing the British accent.

Turns out he and my old roomie are close friends.  She's getting hitched in about 2 months to my really good guy friend this year.  H was going to come for the wedding and stay a little longer for some "travel" but his boss won't give him the time off.  I was so bummed when he told me.  Oh well, maybe in April I'll get to see him?

Hotlanta

I dont know where to start on this guy.  This guy is the closest thing I've come to a relationship since my heartbreak.  I think we could've gone far, he and I.  If it just weren't for his fear of commitment to someone.  -_- 

The great thing about Hotlanta is that he made an attempt to get to know me.  And unlike some of the other guys, he tried to work around my night shift schedule to Skype me whenever he could.  It was difficult but bc there was that time dedication from both parties, it wasn't as hard as it is right now...(my current story is to be told later).

As I mentioned before, you have to make sure the guys you meet from my caste aren't related to you.  This guy wasn't found by my mom.  In fact, it was me who found him.  On Facebook.  :D  Social networking at it's best.  Turns out, we know a lot of the same people but we weren't anywhere near being related *huge sigh of relief*

Another side note: It's kinda odd, but I always end up being attracted to guys who end up originating from England.  This includes guys with and without accents.  The ones who impress me are always the English.  That country is definitely doing something right!

Hotlanta is also English.  And we actually did meet.  It was an amazing trip, and odd but very memorable.  I wont reveal details because those are only for me to know but it went so well that I even got this charmer to give me a leg rub before my flight. 

When he and I finally met in person and knew sparks were flying, we had decided we would take it slow.  I was his first "girl interest" and I was trying to come off my high horse of not wanting a serious relationship.  So, things progressed how we wanted it to.  We did tell our parents we were interested in someone and let them know who it was... turns out our parents were good friends with one another.  This was a bonus.

Then one day, we were no more.  It hurt my feelings because .... it just did.  Im not gonna get all mushy and girly on you all.  But I completely understood his perspective.  I get so annoyed with myself.  I'm so understanding it makes me sick.  So we decided to stay friends and in touch with the possibility, that we can get together in the future.  But even that changed.  The reason behind it is extremely sensitive material to me and if you heard the whole story, it would also hurt your feelings.

So, I took all in stride and moved on.  I know I deserve a guy who needs to be there through all my flaws.  I tell people this all the time and I truly believe every word of it too, "I could never judge a person on their flaws because I have so many myself."  I dont believe in perfection.  There's no such thing.  Just like you can never please everybody.  There will always be that one exception.  I guess for me, I want to find that one exception who looks at me and sees me through all my brick walls I've built back up.  I'm not an architect, but I promise you, my wall is pretty darn solid.

End lesson learned: I'm gonna have to continue being that girl that really may end up with 27 Dresses for now. 

I should've also warned you all that the stories are also sad.