i get hotter (and wiser) with age...

i was thinking to myself today...
i bet every ex ive ever had, thinks to themselves... "god damn... why wasnt she that hot when i was with her?" (LOL)
well this is my theory... my body rewards itself, by getting hotter, more slim, perkyer (sp) boobs and a more fun, care free, yet wise attitude and outlook on life, with every break up i have.
its like a little slap in the face to the ex that decided i wasnt good enough... and then they always end up wanting me back. or wanting to be in my life permanently...somehow or someway. its pretty funny.

and there i sit, on my little pedestal, looking DOWN upon them.. laughing. (thats me being a sincere bitch.)
but then that brings me to a different point...
i read somewhere (probably google...) that the human body and mind grows faster, and better (for lack of a better way of putting it) by love, and touch.
its kind of like a flower, you give it water, and sunshine and  some grade A- dirt... and itll grow and flourish like nobodys business...
i definately have that now.
in the past year, my current boyfriend has been like my sunshine, and water, and has given me plenty of grade A dirt to grow... and his reward is a beautiful, BRIGHT flower.

needless to say... along with me getting hotter and wiser with age... ive also become sort of conceited. (hey! i know what looks good! dont judge!)
but is that rightfully so?
i know i havent had the hardest of lives, or picked the worst of guys. but its not like it was a fucking cake walk.
ive dated my fair share of cheaters, and compulsive liars, immature, moochers. druggie alcoholics...verbal and physical abusers... and one bf in particular was all of the above. (real winner...) and for those of you who know me... KNOW, its very unlike me to take any crap like that. especially since i am so against drugs, lying, cheating AND abuse. but we all make bad choices, learn our lessons in our own way... and move on.
and i think my own personal reward for going through all of that, or putting up with it... was ryan.
i made the decision to move away from my hometown... get away from it all. thankfully i had friends kind enough to take me in until i got back on my feet. (and became myself again)
i think God, or whoever is out there... was like... "ok... shes definately had enough... lets give her someone who will really love her back, and treat her right. and let her be the best jenn she can be" and wah-la... RYAN! =)
im cheesy i know.
long story short....
i get better looking. and they all end up... fat. jobless. bad hair. and endless failed relationships. that is good enough for me to know. it puts a little smile on my face.