Mr. Darcy
Introduction

This is all Jane Austen's fault. She is the reason why I am pushing thirty and still single-no one but my dog, an Irish wolfhound named Sheldon, to keep me company. But honestly, if that woman hadn't been such a genius, I would completely hate her. My entire life and all of my books would consist of one long rant about how she is the reason why I am on the fast track to becoming an old maid.

Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit here. At twenty-seven and six months I'm not exactly pushing thirty yet – I still have a few years before that can become a source of anxiety. And though I may still be far from becoming an old maid, nothing can change the fact that I headed in that direction.

And it's all because of Jane Austen and that damned book!

Pride & Prejudice. It's been my favorite book since I first read it in the seventh grade. Ever since I read it that first time, my standards for men have been slightly higher than what society tells us is realistic. I've been searching for my Mr. Darcy when I should have been looking for the Average Mr. Right. But the Novelist Genevieve that dominates my brain constantly strives to relate all everyday experiences to either my own writings or to my favorite books. Anything that doesn't remind me of a book or isn't thrilling enough to be put into a book simply will not do. But the sad truth is that this is a horrible method for making friends. The extent of my social circle is my dog, my sister and her husband, and my college best friend Lauren Lassiter.

And another sad truth? There is no living man on this Earth that can even come close to being as perfect as Jane Austen's Fitzwilliam Darcy.

So, I have two options: I can face facts and set some realistic standards-which would allow for increased socialization and the potential for finding someone to settle down and start a family with-Or I can continue searching for my own Mr. Darcy and ultimately end up being a crazy dog lady for the rest of my life.

Most people would go with option one. But considering the behavior of ninety-nine percent of people in this crap-sack of a planet and the limited dating experience I have, I'm just better off growing old with Sheldon and whatever other pets I will ultimately end up bringing home.

Crazy dog lady is definitely the better option.

There you have it! The introduction to my new Psych story! I'm rather excited for it, if I do say so myself. What do you guys think? And I can't end this note without thanking my beta, Olivia94. She is fabulous (:

I hope to hear from you guys! And, assuming that I don't get too much of a workload during my first week at school, I will hopefully be posting the next part soon. Any comments or questions, feel free to review, or you can PM me if you wish.

Love, Meagan