Just because it's good to you, doesn't mean it's good for you

Last night, I had a conversation with a good male friend who I recently discovered would like to become more than my friend. I was telling him about this guy that I am extremely attracted to and I would describe as my "type." Now my friend is not what I would typically be attracted to physically, but I am drawn to his personality. After hearing me go on and on about my crush, my friend said it amazes him how women are rarely attracted to the person that is best for them.
I was shocked! Not because I didn't believe what he was saying, but because this was so true. When I think back to most of the choices that I've made in men, I realize that I tend to date the men that are living the "street" life and file the "corporate" type men into the friend category. Does that make me closed minded, blogworld? Is my attraction to these "bad boys" the reason why I am still single and not in a meaningful relationship? Now don't get me wrong...these bad boys never treated me badly, in fact, my recent crush is extremely sweet to me...calls me everyday to see how my day went; sends me text just to say he's thinking about me. But, when I think about it, I realize that we are both living very different lives and in the end I don't know if anything serious could every evolve.
When I look at most of my girlfriends, I realize that this same pattern appears in their choices of men. So, I've decided to be open minded and go out with my friend while remaining open to any possibilities. Even if nothing develops, at least I know that I kept an open mind and didn't immediately rule someone out because my knees didn't immediately go weak at just the sight of him.

Georgia Peach

Yesterday was a sad day for me. I had to do something that I've been putting off for three months. I woke up at the crack of dawn, reluctantly got dressed, got in my car, and drove to the driver's license facility to surrender my out of state license, and officially become....a Georgia Peach.
Now you might be saying whats the big deal. Well, blogworld, the big deal is that my Illionis license was the last thing I had that linked me to the place that I have known for the past 9 years. Growing up, my dad was in the Army and we had to move around alot. I never lived in one place for more than three years. When my parents divorced, my mom decided to move back to Illinois where I hadn't been since 2nd grade. I was so excited because I would finally be able to settle into a place and when someone asked me where I was from, I could just give them a straight answer instead of a long drawn out story beginning, "I was born in Chicago, but..." So finally being able to settle into a place and build long lasting friendships meant a lot to me. It meant that I could finally identify with a place and not feel like I was just passing through.
When I moved to Georgia four months ago, I knew that would have to get a Georgia license and license plate, but I didn't know that I would have to give up the one thing that proved "I'm from this place." I figured that I could keep my Illinois license as memorabilia of my established life. When I found out I couldn't keep it, I thought I could be slick and tell them I lost it. Then, I found out I would have to go through this long process of getting documentation from Illinois. It wasn't worth the time and effort. With a lump in my throat, that would have led to tears had the finest man in the world not been standing next to me, I just handed over the link to so many happy, sad, crazy, memorable moments.