Dream on dream....

In typically Elizabeth fashion, I've been listening to this one song for hours on end. Also in typical Elizabeth fashion, I heard it in one of the various versions of Pride and Prejudice that I've watched. I usually enjoy watching them because it's such a great romance story. It gives the plain janes like me something to dream about.

But there comes a certain point where you have to realize that that's all it is- a dream. I hate that reality, and I fight tooth and nail against it. Why is it so unreasonable to believe that there's a perfect Darcy out there for me? Why does it have to be so hard to find said Darcy?

But during my weekend epiphany, I have realized that there isn't necessarily a Darcy out there for me. (And after all the events of the past year, I'm not so sure he's the best type of man out there for me.) Perhaps there is someone else, not necessarily as perfect as Darcy, but perfect for me. So I've given up on dating and men for now. When the time is right, the right man will find me.