i don't know about men but women sure have this obsession with the wrong guy. we're willing to forgive the bad guy a lot more than the good guy. because well the good guy is supposed to be good right? so one slip-up and he's stabbed mt. vesuvius back to life. like, he's two hours late and he's not called! but the bad guy ah. that's a different species altogether. they are usually so outrageously bad that one degree less outrageous and we're all melted chocolate sauce over a soft brownie heart. as in, he called! after two months! he! called! (me!)

if you're really lucky you'll discover that the good guy is usually much more than good. it's like digging into a layer cake, each delicious than the other.

if you're really really lucky however, you'll discover that the wrong guy is well, just that.