If anyone knows that Beca Mitchell has never dated the right guy, it's Beca Mitchell. A.K.A. me.
I don't want to go the stuff I've gone through before again, thank you very much.
I don't know what love is, any way.
I mean, my parents were no shining example.
My dad runs away with a woman half his age and leaves his daughter and wife all alone? Not the best role model.
And then he asked me to come back to him. No.
But without that situation, I wouldn't have met him.
Jesse Swanson. The love of my life.
But did I want to fall in love? Absolutely not.
All my life it's been kiss, push away, and leave. I'm just like my father.
I can honestly say that I meant to do it. Maybe I was just bitter.
And, in some situations, I was the one who was hurting.
That's why I didn't want to love him. I knew I would end up getting a taste of my own medicene.
But who says I'm always right? Certainly not me.
If I've ever had a weakness, it was definately Jesse Swanson.
Nerd. My Nerd.
Girls like me aren't supposed to get butterflies around dudes.
Girls like me aren't supposed to have happy endings.
Girls like me are supposed to be married to their work and end up living with thirteen or more cats. And end up dying alone.
I used to think that he was pretty dumb to be attracted to me.
Now I think that I was his best mistake.
So now, on our wedding day, I saw thank you, Nerd, for letting me in.
