Bad Luck Chuck

Last night while I was winding down from the weekend's labor, I somehow got into a conversation with my mother about how my sister met her current boyfriend. And the story couldn't be... what's the word I'm looking for? Oh yeah, painful.

She apparently met him on Facebook. Much like myself about ten years ago, she started an online relationship. Only this time, the boy made an effort to meet the girl he was so interested in. Things hit off well and the two of them couldn't be more perfect for each other. I witnessed this first hand as their personalities seem to mesh quite nicely. He's also a very nice guy, with no real creepy factor to him outside of how the relationship initially got started. Don't know how I feel about the fact that he is as old as I am, but then again my dad is older than my mom by the same amount.

It's no secret I envy my sister sometimes, but her relationship now is making me all that more jealous of her. I mean, she's doing things with him we couldn't get her to do by ourselves like eat food she would never touch or do things she would never do. And what does he do in return? He drives her all over the place just so he can spend time with her. He took a weekend to visit her because she was feeling home sick. He's a rare find, a true romantic in every sense of the word, and my sister got damn lucky with her gambles on the game of love.

I wish my search for love was like this. But no, the people I met online I have yet to meet in person. I am of little risk and consequence to them, so meeting me in person won't change anything unless we hit it off from the start. But no, fear kept the other party away. That lack of contact has led me to where I am right now. Burned by a crush in real life during my high school days and then taken advantage of during my even more naive days out of high school. What do you have left?

A porn-hungry, eye-lusting, nerdy blogger who is afraid to even approach his current crush and tell him that I like him.