Bound2: Will She Ever Meet “Mr. Normal”?

“My dear Teresa, O beautiful one, have you no idea how disrespectful it is to eat steak without steak sauce,” Gerald asks as he douses my already flavorful, perfectly seared, ribeye with something that looks like a murky, foreign substance.

OK, it might seem like I’m being a bit princess-y for complaining, seeing as I am getting a free steak, and this should be a small thing. But, I promise you that I am generally easy to please, but, somehow, always NOT pleased, when it comes to the dating scene.

Do normal guys still exist? You know, the ones that just pick you up or meet you at the restaurant, then, you sit down, and talk about how your day was?

My friend Belinda promises that I’m bound to run into “Mr. Normal” a.k.a. Mr. Right. She knows I’m bound to end up with the right person because, as far as my life goes, I have all my ducks in a row.

What I want to know is: exactly what does ‘bound to’ mean anyway? It sounds like something my mother used to say when I was a kid.

But I let her go on and on with her spiel, and, hopefully, one day, I will meet this “Mr. Normal”.