I’m single; I’m dating. I hate dating.
As soon as I think I like someone I start doubting it, too tall, too short, don’t like the way they laugh, or how they eat spaghetti- it’s like a repeating episode of Seinfeld…. and then inevitably someone close to me, or even someone I barely know, can make one comment about by new amor and I am convinced they’re right, he is not the guy for me. I send them packing with a “better luck with the next girl, buddy.”…
To say it is predictable doesn’t even come close. It’s like clock work. Two weeks, 5 dates, whatever come first… bam, I’m done. Too scary, too much effort, you’re too into me, you’re not enough like my last boyfriend (who I guarantee you I tried to send packing in week 2), I’m done... I have done it ever since I was 16.
I even warn potential boyfriends I am going to do it, but they just don't hear it. They don't heed the warning signs, and BAM! I'm spooked. I like to think that it isn't me, that it's them, and I 'm just reacting to red flags. but deep down I kinda know that's b.s. so now what?
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