As many of you know (or can tell by the title of this blog) I love to write. I've been working on writing a novel for a few years now, but either lose interest or just get stuck. However, I think I've finally got a winner. I read a little to my bestie this morning and the fact that she laughed out loud numerous times boosted my confidence and made me even more determined to finish this baby. So without further ado, I present the first part of the prologue to "The Misadventures on the Road to Love." (I'll post the second half tomorrow!)
“Love needs no map, for it can find its way blindfolded.” - Anonymous
The search for love is like a road trip. For some lucky people, the ride is a short one. For others, it’s like hopping on I10 in Jacksonville, Florida and wanting to shoot your brains out around Baton Rouge, Louisiana. But like all road trips, the journey to love has its twists and turns, ups and downs, pit stops and speed traps, and I’ve certainly had my fair share along the way.
I’m Madeline Rae Johnson, Maddie Rae for short, and welcome to my incredibly insane love life. I lead a relatively normal life, but when it comes to relationships, I tend to have some weird ones. The kind you can only read about in books or see in movies. And no, not The Notebook.
You see, as my friends say, I tend to attract crazies. They call me a “crazy magnet.” I personally don’t think all the guys I’ve dated should be considered loony, but some… well… you get the picture. I’ve thought long and hard about this and have come to the conclusion that this unfortunate phenomenon occurs due to a combination of factors.
Factor number one: it’s my nature to see the good in people. I tend to overlook things such as friends warning me, “he’s just not good enough for you” and finding out three years later that he dropped out of high school because he got a girl preggers (word of advice: your friends are always right!), or “the perfect guy” telling me he’s never had a girlfriend… in his entire 25 years of life. Some might see that as a sign he’s afraid of commitment. My warped mind thinks, “Aww, he’s waiting for the perfect girl! That could be me!”
Factor number two is much more simple: the universe is out to get me.
Okay, so I don’t really think the universe has it in for me, but the thought has crossed my mind. On multiple occasions. But that’s beside the point. The point is that while my love life is twisted, rough, and often unbelievable (and has been since my first crush way back in pre-school) it makes for a good story. A hilarious one in fact.
So if you’re single and wondering what the heck is wrong with the opposite sex, join the club. And if you’re happily in a relationship, count yourself lucky. Regardless of where you fall in those categories, sit back, relax, grab a bowl of popcorn and buckle up. It’s a bumpy ride.
