Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.-Franklin P. Jones

This is my story told my way.

I've always been hopeful about love. Like most little girls, I've had my wedding planned out since I was five. I wanted to big white dress that I envisioned Cinderella wore. I wanted the red roses and music from the orchestra. I wanted the carriage bringing me up to the end of the aisle and my Prince Charming gasping as he saw the beauty of his future bride. That was when I was five, and now I'm not sure if I will ever get there. Not that I want it to be exactly that way, but the idea that I'd actually get married would be good enough for me.

I've been single for 6 months now, and I can tell you, I've dated them all. Narcissistic jock-check! Artsy sensitive type- check, check! However, dating all of these guys, I can't seem to find the missing piece to my puzzle. There are a lot of pieces out there, but I haven't found the exact one I need yet. Trial and error have been my mainstays, but I'm starting to think there is some missing variable that I haven't adjusted correctly.

This is a self discovery project, but feel free to add your input. My life has always been an open book. Why not keep it that way?