The Break-Up: The Perfect Guy
Chapter 1
Breakups occur for a lot of different reasons; personal differences, a change in lifestyle, infidelity, a sexual or emotional attraction to somebody else. All of these things Andie knew best; for she had an exceptional talent for breaking up with guys, but not because she was afraid of commitment (oh, never that). But because she has never found the perfect guy.
Andie’s search started when she was only five years old and Anthony Shaw-The boy with the blue eyes- kissed her under the old kindergarten tree and later then hold hands with her. Needless to say she was impressed that he didn’t think she had cuties.
Later, that day at home, she made a scrapbook where she was going to record every moment of her life-To their first kiss till their marriage and kids and death- with Anthony.
Unfortunately Andie’s happiness (oh, so cruel!) lasted only a week, after Anthony made the, oh, so big mistake of shoving a cookie-very rudely- Andie may add- in her mouth. Andie, of course thought of this as inappropriate boyfriend behavior, and at that age her exact words for a break up where: “You’re fired!” Wich I may add that she’d herd a lot from her parents.
From then on, Andies’ scrapbook became her soul obsession-and I mean it- of finding the perfect boyfriend… I don’t need to tell you how that’s going. Andies soul searching has never been quite satisfying. Her luck on guys is great, but she has the unfortunate ability to see peoples (by that I mean guys) defects. Which, clearly, is why she has never landed on a solid relationship.
To cookie shoving, sneezing in her face, farting from the nerves, puking in her lap or other disgusting habits or mistakes, has made her believe that maybe she wont find the perfect guy; the complete gentlemen package. All those disturbing events have made Andie an expert in breaking up with guys. For her, this is a walk in the park.
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“So, let me get this straight. You’re breaking up with me?” Andie was frowning now. She never liked this part… Ok, maybe a little. She had to do it. It was for the better of humanity and her sanity.
“Let me tell you something,” Andie said, while she took a deep tragic I-don’t-really-want-to-do-this-sigh. “You’re great. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”
“You do know that you could be “that lucky girl”, right?” he said, not only with confusion and frustration, but with actual sarcasm. Which only made Andie be more convinced that he wasn’t “the perfect guy”.
“Its not you; it’s me.” With her beautiful smile and amazing perky confidence she left without another word and left yet another “imperfect guy”.
As she walked toward her best friend, Maddie, who had like always a disapproving face. The face that said: “I cannot believe you left that hunk.” See, Maddie did not like or approve of Andies search for the perfect guy. She believed in no such thing, Maddie believed in the term “If he walks, he’s good enough”.
“I cannot believe you broke up with that fine piece of ass! What is wrong with you?” Maddies blond curls where bouncing everywhere as she tapped impatiently her foot, clearly irritated.
“Well, he might incredibly beautiful, but he is too conceited. That totally ruins everything, plus it was like he thought I was a trophy or something. That is totally wrong.”
“Like trying to find a guy with no flaws is not wrong and having a weird book with all the good qualities a good boyfriend should have is not wrong. Need I mention that weird shrine you have on your closet?” Andie quickly grabbed Maddies arm and shushed her with desperate pleading eyes.
“Will you keep it down? It is not a shrine for your information.”
“Whatever, it’s weird.”
“Oh, who cares? I’m probably never going to find him. I should just quit, like right now.” She headed over the trash can and dumped her scrapbook. Andie was giving up; all those years wasted for nothing and all the cute imperfect guys wasted. She was holding back her tears when she noticed somebody picking up her scrapbook and giving it back to her.
“Hey, this is yours,” he said handing it out to her.
“I know; I dumped it. I don’t want it. I quit.” The dark haired guy was looking at her like he would at a math problem, which made Andie think he was dense. That was until he opened his mouth again.
“You shouldn’t quit. If you believe in what you’re doing then pursue It.” he said with a smile, Andie like a little kid at Toys-R-Us smiled back.
“You’re right,” she said shaking her head. “I believe in it and I believe I will find it.”
“Then, you will.”
“Thanks. What’s your name?” Andie asked with real curiosity in her voice… and maybe a little bit of excitement.
“ Jaden and yours?”
“Oh, Andie.”
“Well, Andie, I hope we meet again.”
Taking back her scrapbook and heading back to class she had a thought, a terrible thought. “He could be the one.”

You storys always hook me. How do you do it? So I like that guy that she met when she dumped the book. He sounds cute!!! I totally like want to know more about him!!!!
Thanks so much for the PM or I would have missed this!
