Existence of Mythological People

Existence of Mythological People

We all know that unicorns and hobbits don't exist. And that is why most mythological characters, such as wizards and ogres, are now considered just plain fictional. However, there is one mythological figure, that to this day, is debated. About its existence, that is.

That is the "great guy." It is commonly understood, although not explicitly stated, that this "great guy" is always unattainable, because he is A. already married/attached, or B. Gay. Often times a woman would mistake a regular man to be a "great guy" and later find out, with much pain, that he was a regular joe schmoe wearing a "great guy" outfit.

I, for one, had always been adamant that this entity did not exist. Most of my past dating experiences involved joe schmoez, and they were not kind, no sirree. However, recently I had an encounter with a man who was the very ideal of the "great guy." Under the premise of a blind date, I dived in with many doubts and just a couple of hours later, emerged almost completely free from them.

This specimen, (whom, after this point, I'll address as "A") exemplified everything a "great guy" should. He was polite, very well-mannered (held open the door, guided me away from approaching cars -- impressive!), very well cultured, tolerant, educated (his e-mails were alway in top form, grammatically), and on top of all that, he was genuinely sincere. He flattered me 'til I blushed, and laughed at my humor, and was a perfect gentleman.

I've met a few guys who were like this, only to never hear from them again (perhaps I scared them?) and I thought that perhaps "A" would follow suit. However, he did not. He called me afterwards to confirm that I had arrived at home in one piece (as I had notified him of my poor driving record). The phone call was also followed, by a text message in the morning, and an e-mail later on.

I'm scratching my head at this point, because I jes figgered dares gotz to be somfin' wrong in this scenario. I mean, a "great guy" exists? I wouldn't have had trouble believing it, had I read it on the newspaper. However, what are the odds that I would meet someone just so good? And I've been, pretty much, anti-man for the last three years or so, when I vowed to attack marriage and condemn its sanctity (note: exaggeration). Is it just so cynical of me that I can't accept a good thing that was just thrown into my life? If that is true, then I have become the old hag who lives in a shoe with her dozen cats. I have become that old maid who scowls at everyone she sees.

Perhaps I should just relax a little and enjoy it. It felt just too darn good to be treated like a princess. And why shouldn't I be treated like a princess? I've been an old "antedilluvian" maid for the longest time. But it was just one date. I'll have to tread lightly and be vigilant for what may come. Maybe "A" will confirm the existence of such "great guy" heterosexual bachelors after all, but until I am sure, I'll keep my eyes open.

I was hesitant in writing this expose of the "great guy." I wondered that if "A" were to Google me (and who doesn't Google? Just by googling "Haemi" he'll find my blog), he may read this. And more likely than not, he may be offended. I think I may be, if the situation was reversed. However, I did keep the identity an anonymous "A." I hope he understands my explosion to the internet about this, because quite frankly, I'm a bit smitten (in a good way).

I apologize to those who come to my blog to find dry sarcasm and a whole lotta complaints (yes, cuz that's always fun to read). I can honestly say that I probably won't be myself for the next week or two or three. With final exams and "great guy" and continuing situation with BCIS (damn you immigration people! Shake a leg!) and the nursing department (arrrrgh...), I'll probably be on cloud-9 at one point, and the Fourth Circle of Hell(see below for reference).

"Virgil and Dante continue down toward the Fourth Circle of Hell and come upon the demon Plutus. Virgil quiets the creature with a word and they enter the circle, where Dante cries out at what he sees: a ditch has been formed around the circle, making a great ring. Within the ring, two groups of souls push weights along in anger and pain. Each group completes a semicircle before crashing into the other group and turning around to proceed in the opposite direction. The souls condemned to this sort of torturous, eternal jousting match, Virgil explains ..." (from Sparknotes.com, in an explanation of The Inferno.) Sounds fun, no?

P.S. "A" is also lactose intolerant. Match made in heaven? Hmmm...