Seriously though...

Why am I always attracted to the most unattainable men ever???

This has been a topic of some ponderation (yes it's a word) for me lately. Today in Theatre History, we discussed Freud. I don't really know anything about Freud aside from a vague idea of his Oedipus Complex theory, but I bring him up because he was all sorts of psycho-analytical about stuff, and I'm sure he would have plenty to say about my bizarro crushes.

Here's how it works:
*Meredith wants to one day be married and have children.
*Marriage and children require a man, who must go through the stages of acquaintance, attraction, friends, talking, hanging-out, dating, exclusively dating, courting, engagement, etc, etc. (yeah...there are like a billion terms...)
*Meredith has high standards for said husband/father position.
*Meredith actually encounters such quality material.
*Said material is way out of Meredith's league.
*Meredith admires/respects material from afar.
*Meredith remains single.

Not that I'm complaining about the remaining single part of that, because currently it's working out fairly well for me, but my eternal pessimist postulates that I may be in for the long haul. See, the part about the unattainable guy that's so tricky is that you can't attain him. Like...by definition.

Of course, I will continue hard-headedly to like him anyways. Because apparently that's just how I roll.

Explain that to me, Freud...