It's currently May 24th, 2010, which means I've officially been living back in the Richmond, Virginia, area for three months. My search for my Future Girlfriend is still underway.

If you still haven't read my love-letter to my future-girlfriend, simply click HERE.

I must admit, I've had the pleasure of meeting several candidates to fill my future-girlfriend position. I've been very patient during the process, ensuring I take the appropriate measures to secure the perfect candidate. This includes avoiding the temptation to have sex. In fact, I've yet to give away my goodies to any babe in the state of Virginia.



This has to be frustrating for the babes here in the state of Virginia. However, if I choose to attract a quality girl, I need to be a quality guy.

My goodies? My goodies? My goodies? Not my goodies.  :]

During my search, I've had the displeasure of encountering a few divas. I've always been attracted to the really pretty girls. And when you're dealing with the really pretty girls ... you're also gonna have to deal with the liabilities that are a part of the package.

Really pretty girls are used to getting attention from guys — all day, everyday. I guess I can see why this would cause them to project diva-like qualities. When your ego is being stroked everyday, it makes sense to assume that the ego would GROW.

Luckily, I've reached a phase in life where my self-discipline has become more powerful than the allure of a pretty girl with a diva disposition. Whenever I meet a new girl, I can easily determine whether or not she has a case of the "diva."

As soon as I see the red flags, I immediately disconnect myself from the friendship/potential relationship. I've wasted too much time thinking I can somehow "transform" a diva into quality girlfriend-type material. Having the self-discipline to walk away at the beginning of a friendship/potential relationship will only serve to save me countless hours of frustration and disappointment — if I were to allow the relationship to progress.

I have serious A.D.D. (Anti-Diva Disposition.)

So if our paths have crossed, either physically, or by pure coincidence (you found one of my cards in some random elevator or sidewalk), then please keep my A.D.D. in mind before attempting to secure a relationship with me.

I just want whats best for you — and me. And I know that we won't create a happy, mutually-beneficial relationship if you're stuck in diva-mode. So please proceed to the next sucker. I'm sure there are countless boys who are interested in chasing you around and putting up with your mood swings.

I'm just not that guy.  :]

Love always,

Not That Guy.