Baby Love: It was Right to be Wrong

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Baby Love: It was Right to be Wrong
Isn't it ironic? The one who fit the bill was fake but the last thing on your mind was real.

Life is a paradox. The man who looked like the actor I never got into, fit the bill, and the one who resembled the actor who is my number one, couldn't if he tried. The irony is ... part of me is convinced only Sherlock Holmes can deduce if the former was ever real. Or at least, the mythical Holmes is the only one who could tell me whether Collin Farrell's doppelganger had good intentions or really intended to trick me in a game of emotional target practice.

The end of a mystery is the end game. My heart would like to know it opened because it was him being him or if he was testing NLP rapid rapport building techniques to prove to himself that he could attract any woman he wanted at will like Paul Janka and I was his guinea pig.

 

His name was Andy and he fit the bill. He looked like Michael Fassbender and also had a thing for women who looked like me. Andy openly told me that he liked me and why. I liked him back of course. When I found his old picture from last summer he still was a handsome guy to me. Funny thing is, Andy met alot of descriptions on my wish list, except one ... he wasn't very smart.

Looks only go so far and despite being Fassbender's doppelganger, he ceased being super handsome the more evident it was he was just well ... slow. Andy was fun though. I didn't hold back with him. Told him all the time that he was handsome, super hot, and kept asking him to tell me what would make him think of kissing me throughout the day. We were always sending pictures to one another throughout the day. Don't worry, they were all G-rated.

Eventually Andy revealed himself to be the guy who coasted on his looks and athleticism in life. While he told me things that any female wants to hear from a man she finds attractive, Andy didn't seem to get me, he couldn't keep up with my intellect. Even worse, my strength unnerved him. Despite being the state wrestling champion in his division at 18 my debate skills seemed to intimidate Andy so easily.

In the end it was "Auf Wiedersehn" ... a word I had to explain to him was a word in German. Andy lacked the cognition to realize that there was a world outside Seattle.

How could I walk away from someone like that I thought at the beginning. He looked like my favorite actor. I'd never find someone who liked me again who was just that hot. Months passed and along came someone else. He was very different. The checklist didn't have any check marks. He was much calmer than Andy and he could keep up with me. The only mystery was and is ... was he real?

In some ways he was the last thing on my mind because he'd never notice me in a crowd the way Andy would have. I like mysteries. Sherlock Holmes found a fan in me when I was 10. So we kept talking. Irony again. I had found and returned Michael Fassbender's doppelganger only to meet the polar opposite. I've referred to the later as Colin Farrell's double. It was different with him.