A/N: I don't own Twilight.

I've decided to repost my second story I'd written for Fanfiction. I took it down for personal reason, but then I thought it seemed like too much of a waste to delete. I know I lost all the awesome reviews I had before, but there's nothing I can do about that, now can I. I hope you fall in love with this story again.

FYI, I've reedited the story, so there are changes made, but it's still the same for the most part. Enjoy!

Prologue: I Really Hate Blind Dates!

This totally sucks; my life really sucks. Well, okay that's not really true, but as of right now it sucks…BIG TIME! In a few minutes, a heinous act of cruelty will be inflicted upon me, and my evening will be filled with harsh torment, for I am going on a blind date. Will he be my Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome, or will he be Mr. Creepy-Get-Away-From-Me? The latter seems more likely to come true because all the others before this one have been really, really bad dates. Now I don't want to go, and that's why I hate this so much!

Now, if you are reading this, you may be thinking, "Why is this woman whining about something so trivial and ridiculous?"

Well to answer your question, I should first tell you a little bit about myself.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but I go by Bella for short. I'm 26 years old. Most importantly, I'm single, and I couldn't be happier about it. Well, for the most part I am.

I have nothing against men in general. In fact, I like men. I like them a lot. I don't mind going on dates or hanging out with the opposite gender. I even picture myself settling down, getting married to one in the distant future, but I firmly believe that a woman does not need a man to feel complete and accomplished about her life. Don't get me wrong when I say this, for I am not one of those crazy feminine activists who bash on men and go on and on about how we live in a male dominated world. I believe in gender equality, but I do appreciate the noble gestures guys do like pulling out chairs or opening a door for me. However, I am capable of standing on my own two feet because I'm successful, independent, and healthy. What more can I ask for?

My only major problem is that there are women out there who think my life is incomplete for my dismal love life or lack of one. And they feel "entitled" to meddle in my personal affairs. You see, I'm talking about my mother or the ladies from parent's church, who assumed they know what's best for me without even consulting me. They constantly set me up with men that they think would be perfect for me, when actually he is far from what I am attracted to in a man. I know they mean well, and you can say that these women are warranted to have their opinions. But when they go behind my back to set up these blind dates without my consent; that's where I have to draw the line.

These obnoxious old Betties obviously do not know anything about me, and oh, don't even get me started on my own mother. They have no clue what my tastes are in men. I swear to God, they must think that if a guy's single, then he's must be my type.

Though, I do have another theory about their twisted obsession with my love life. I can only assume that all these nosy women, at my parents' church, are very determined for a successful career woman, like me, to meet their eligible sons, grandsons, or nephews to fulfill their crazy fantasies of her becoming their future daughter-in-law. A lot of these guys are losers, and maybe they're hoping that I'll take over and support their lazy asses for the rest of their lives because I'll fall madly in love with him to look past his "flaws". That's my theory, or it could be that they think I'm too stupid to find love on my own.

I seriously want to scream "Back off" at them, but I can't because of two ridiculous, infuriating reasons. One, I'm too nice to say anything. I don't want to hurt their feelings; all because I'm a stupid people pleaser. I care deeply what others think of me. It's one of my many flaws, which irritates me to no end, and I can't get rid of for some reason.

My second reason falls on my mother, Renee. My mother is a woman of many contradictions. She is not exactly too thrilled with the idea of her daughter settling down at a young age, but then she gets upset over the fact that I don't have a man in life. Since I was a little girl, she has constantly told me that I should live my single life to the fullest and stay away from serious, monogamous relationships as long as possible. To this day, I'm still shocked and horrified that she practically gave me her blessings to be slutty in college, so I can have my "fill" of sexual experiences before I tie myself to someone for the rest of my life. Ironically, I was the exact opposite of what she wished I'd be, and so the blind dates were her outlet for me to get myself out there. I think she wanted to live vicariously through me because she married her high school sweetheart at such a young age, which is odd because my parents are still happily married. They still go at it like newlyweds every moment they're alone together. Eww…that's quite disturbing, if you ask me, but that's my crazy mother for you.

So much to my dismay, my mother actually encourages these women in their hot pursuit for me, and then, she forces me to go on these horrible blind dates. Plus, she doesn't want to alienate any of these ladies, worried that they'll think poorly us. Like me, she cares a lot for other's opinion about her and our family. Image is everything to Renee. She loves the fact that so many people think she raised such a wonderful, successful, and beautiful daughter.

I mean no offense to my mom, but I think I had more involvement in my own upbringing than she thought she did. I was practically raised myself, for I was more like the parent while Renee was the daughter in our loving, yet dysfunctional mother-daughter relationship. But please don't quote me on this because if my mother ever hears me saying this, I know it'll break her heart.

Like I said before, I'm just way to nice to say anything, so I allow this insanity to go on to just appease my mother. All I can say is being a people pleaser is seriously biting me in the ass. However, in a really twisted sort of way, as long as my mom's happy, then I'm happy too. In all truth, that's all that really matters to me. Plus, I don't think I can deter her to stop, even if I did say something, because she loves all the attention and praise she receives from the fact that her daughter is so coveted by so many. Sadly, I'm simply caught in the middle and forced into putting up with crappy dates.

But honestly, I really don't see what these people see in me. I mean, I know that I'm not ugly, but I'm not beautiful either. I'm just average, a "plain-Jane" as you would call it. I have brown hair, brown eyes; I have nice boobs, and no butt. There's nothing really special about me that would make people see someone strikingly gorgeous. But what do I know about real beauty, right? Apparently nothing, I guess.

Now, getting back to my dilemma, I must let my frustration and angst be known. As we speak, I'm supposed to be getting ready for my date, which again I really don't want to go on, but I have only about thirty minutes before he shows up. And did I mention before that I really don't want to go!

Oh God, please let him be normal this time. Although with my bad luck, he probably won't be. I'll probably end up with some weirdo, running and screaming for my life again by the end of the first hour of the date.

Ugh! I really need to do something about this because I swear to God if this madness continues, I know for sure that one day I will definitely snap, and then I will probably end up killing one of my dates and go to jail. It's either that, or I'll just go to the mad house.

To me, all of these stupid blind dates are a total waste of my time. One day...one day, it'll all be over. Hopefully by then, I'll be married or engaged to a man that I actually chose for myself, and he's normal. Then the horrible ladies at my parents' church and my mother will feel the wrath of Isabella Swan.

Que in the evil laughter.

No, there will be no wrath because I have no wrath. But believe me when I say this, I'm really look forward to that one day because it means freedom from this torture. So, until then, I guess I have no choice except to keep going on these lame ass dates with these lame ass guys! Maybe I'll get lucky one day and meet someone that I'll like.

Nah, I don't think so…

My God, this sucks! You know, my life is actually pretty good, well except for this part.

I have to go get ready now. May God have mercy on my soul, and please let this guy be somewhat normal this time. That's all I am really asking for.

A/N: Please review your comments and thoughts. Also there is a link on my profile to the site where I'll be posting pictures to go with my story. The pictures will start with chapter one.