Tuesday, April 8, 2014

PERSONAL/THOUGHTS/DATING: TIMING IS A BITCH

 If you have never watched How I Met Your Mother, shame on you. I freakin love that show. I realized I am Ted Mosby. For those who haven't seen the show, Ted is a guy who falls in love with the first girl who shows him any attention.  He is a hopeless romantic who keeps searching for that "one". He has a bad tendency to think that every girl he meets is the "one". Haha. And thats where I can relate. Its like "Here you go! Here's my heart" then "Awww" (Thats me after she turned it down), next girl comes around and  "Here you go! Here's my heart" then "Awww". Yup vicious cycle.

I saw an episode the other day that surprised me because I finished one of Ted's comments. Totally freaked me out! It was Season 7, Episode 1"The Best Man" I'll insert the conversation between him and Robin.


Ted: I used to believe in destiny you know? I’d go to the bagel place, see a pretty girl in line, reading my favorite novel, whistling the song that’s been stuck in my head all week and I'd think “Wow. Hey maybe she’s the one”. Now I think “I just know that bitch is going to take the last whole wheat everything bagel.”

Robin: You’ve just been focused on work

Ted: No, it’s more than that. I stopped believing. Not in some depressed I’m going to cry during my toast way. Not in a way I even noticed until tonight. It's just every day I think I believe a little less and a little less and a little less and that........sucks. What do I do about that Scherbatsky?


Robin: Your Ted Mosby, you start believing again.

Ted: In what? Destiny?

Robin: Chemistry. You should have chemistry. You only need one other thing.

Ted: What’s that?

Robin: Timing.  But timing’s a bitch.


I answered the "sucks" part. Haha. Well enough about me, I mean Ted. You get the point. 

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