The funky divas of En Vogue instructed me to, "Free [my] mind," promising that, "the rest will follow." I'm not sure if they were talking about my dating life, but they couldn't be further off the mark. I've accepted dozens of dates with the most outlandish suitors in a vain effort to keep an open mind and now I can freely admit that I am terrible at it.
Believe me, I've tried. I've given guys from all walks of life a chance to win my heart. I've tried to look past his long hair, his towering height, and his terrible style. I've looked past obvious red flags and incompatibilities for so long, well, I'm throwing in the open mind towel. Sorry, En Vogue. When it comes to fellas, I pretty much know what I like at this point. This pie is baked.