Why is it that the people we want(to date, have dated, want a serious relationship with…) don’t want us, but the one’s that want us, we don’t want? I know for a fact this isn’t an issue of the Forbidden Fruit, because it isn’t just me–it is so many of my friends and aquaintances, and in my mind’s eye, I see so many of you nodding your head in acquiescence.
Is this some sort of cruel irony of life? I am so tired of dating. I feel sad when I say no to someone because they truly are not my type, but when someone says no to me, it kills me inside because hey, I may as well admit that Ms. -Sometime-Witty-Gigi lacks serious self confidence and a no is HUGE BLOCK FONT NO. It’s a no to everything I am–because the comment “you’re sweet, I just don’t see this going anywhere”, or “our personalities are way too different” makes me feel a physical ache(maybe I wasn’t pretty enough, flirty enough, talked too much, etc…) and I can’t. I can’t keep going on and on on this never ending merry-go-round that wont stop, and isn’t merry, and to tell you the truth? It never was.
How many No’s do I have to get before I completely surrender?
Gigi and balled up Kleenex