Game, Set, Match.

There's a new CB in town... (well, let's go with CG - Current Guy.... I'm upgrading from Boy)... and there's a good possibility he reads my blog, so I am going to refrain from writing about him for the time being.  :-)

So, let's revisit some older stories...

Brett vs. Mr. Perfect

Brett and I went on our first date three years before our second date.  Side note: he may actually be the inspiration for me writing this blog - as we had talked about writing a book together at one point - a book about the the three years in between the first date, the myriad of random dates in between, and the theoretical happily-ever-after that followed the second date (which was more of a happily-three-months-or-so-after).

Obviously there was a connection with Brett, but I couldn't get past his overly-charming, seemingly player-like personality.  So our second first date, luckily, was followed by a first date with Mr. Perfect.  And my head and my heart had a hard time deciding between the two.

Valentine's Day was the following weekend, and the big question was 'who would be my Valentine'?  Mr. Perfect or Brett?  I decided to do the big Saturday night event with Mr. Perfect and then meet Brett on Sunday for day-after festivities.  But I hit it off with Mr. Perfect - Valentine's Day was perfect. 

I met my best friend for brunch the next day to weigh the options, and I decided, why go down the Brett-road (that never got off the ground three years prior anyway) when I have a great guy right in front of me?  Case closed.  My head won (suck it, heart.)  I called Brett from the parking lot and told him I wouldn't be meeting him for lunch that day... or ever.

And that was the end of that.

Except it wasn't.  I thought I had made my decision.  But Brett didn't give up.  He called, emailed, sent carrier pigeons, anything he could think of to get me to give him a chance.  And after finally wearing me down, I agreed to meet up with him one more time...  After all, I was pretty set on the fact that I was going to see where things were going with Mr. Perfect.

But my head was obviously taking a backseat to my heart, because when I saw Brett for that third time.  I knew that was what I wanted.  Clearly, it wasn't what I needed - but game, set, match nonetheless.  In retrospect, I don't think I made the wrong choice - because it seemed right at the time.  The months that followed with Brett were some of the best (and worst) of my life (more on that later).

...but if I'd listened to my head?  If I'd chosen Mr. Perfect?  Would he really have lived up to his moniker?

And if so, I may have never have met my new CG :-)