My Problem
My name is....unimportant. What is important is that I have a problem.
Actually, I have multiple problems, but for the purposes of this conversation(or post) we're going to focus on on one; that I have bad luck when i comes to women.
Most of it is my own damn fault.
While i would like to believe that i'm not slightly shallow, the complete and honest truth is that i am. I care about a girl's personality and what's on the inside, but the physical appearance matters to me as well. Not as much as the personality, but more than enough to complicate matters.
I know women that would be perfect for me, in terms of suitable personality, temperament, and intelligence that I've neglected to after in favor of hot airheads that couldn't tell you what 2+2 equaled if their lives depended on it. That's not the worst part though. The worst part is that i get bored with them after one conversation. You'd think i could b.s. them long enough to sleep with them, but after one conversation, i'd rather blow my brains out than continue talking to them. Seriously. I have a very short attention span.
In the past, i have met girls that meet the holy trinity; beauty, brains, and a great sense of humor. Not many, but few. And I've gone after them.
And each one, for one reason or another, has been a spectacular failure.
One, I ended up pushing away. Don't even get me started on that. Another didn't work for various reasons. Another lives 5 hours away from me (her I've never really been able to go after. Have had a crush on her for years) I could go on but you get the picture. Each has ended because of a problem, or situation, that i couldn't control.
Please don't think i'm whining. I've been on this earth long enough to know that shit happens. You roll with the punches. But damn, is that shit annoying!
So now, i'm trapped in some sort of vicious cycle. One day, i want to meet the perfect woman. The one that has it all. For those who watch how i met your mother, on these days, I'm basically the black Ted Mosby (side note, i hate Ted Mosby. He annoys the hell out of me). The next day, i'm screwing around with someone who makes me stop and question what the hell i'm doing with my life.
Don't judge me.
So, I guess if there's anything that can be learned from this utterly pointless rant, its this; don't be me. Don't flip flop day to day. Don't neglect to go after someone who doesn't meet some pre-determined bar of attractiveness; not if she has everything else you're looking for. Don't go after someone who is attractive who cant spell her own name.
And don't fucking judge me.
Actually, I have multiple problems, but for the purposes of this conversation(or post) we're going to focus on on one; that I have bad luck when i comes to women.
Most of it is my own damn fault.
While i would like to believe that i'm not slightly shallow, the complete and honest truth is that i am. I care about a girl's personality and what's on the inside, but the physical appearance matters to me as well. Not as much as the personality, but more than enough to complicate matters.
I know women that would be perfect for me, in terms of suitable personality, temperament, and intelligence that I've neglected to after in favor of hot airheads that couldn't tell you what 2+2 equaled if their lives depended on it. That's not the worst part though. The worst part is that i get bored with them after one conversation. You'd think i could b.s. them long enough to sleep with them, but after one conversation, i'd rather blow my brains out than continue talking to them. Seriously. I have a very short attention span.
In the past, i have met girls that meet the holy trinity; beauty, brains, and a great sense of humor. Not many, but few. And I've gone after them.
And each one, for one reason or another, has been a spectacular failure.
One, I ended up pushing away. Don't even get me started on that. Another didn't work for various reasons. Another lives 5 hours away from me (her I've never really been able to go after. Have had a crush on her for years) I could go on but you get the picture. Each has ended because of a problem, or situation, that i couldn't control.
Please don't think i'm whining. I've been on this earth long enough to know that shit happens. You roll with the punches. But damn, is that shit annoying!
So now, i'm trapped in some sort of vicious cycle. One day, i want to meet the perfect woman. The one that has it all. For those who watch how i met your mother, on these days, I'm basically the black Ted Mosby (side note, i hate Ted Mosby. He annoys the hell out of me). The next day, i'm screwing around with someone who makes me stop and question what the hell i'm doing with my life.
Don't judge me.
So, I guess if there's anything that can be learned from this utterly pointless rant, its this; don't be me. Don't flip flop day to day. Don't neglect to go after someone who doesn't meet some pre-determined bar of attractiveness; not if she has everything else you're looking for. Don't go after someone who is attractive who cant spell her own name.
And don't fucking judge me.
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