I Dated the Smart, Hot Version of Forrest Gump
Lessons from Being Dumped by My Perfect Guy
We matched on Bumble just after my birthday at the beginning of the year. Tall, lanky, and blue eyes. And age-appropriate — what was happening? He even lived near my little off-the-grid town.
On our second date, he unceremoniously shared that he’d left his midwest home after getting his undergrad degree to get a Ph.D. from an ivy league school. Like Elle Woods, he just decided to apply on a whim and got in. Having nothing else better to do, he took that detour.
He then got a law degree from another top school.
His real passion was music. Law school was his backup plan.
After our third date, he sent me a random video. The song seemed a bit sappy but was polished. I was baffled why he’d sent it to me.
Finally, I connected the dots. That was HIS band. I quickly researched the band name and was blown away by the results. They had been on NPR and opened for A-list bands. There were photos of Taylor Swift and a few other celebrities.
Um, he had sat on all of these accomplishments — none of them were mentioned in his profile or on our first date.
