Saturday, 28 February 2009

  • The Poor Schmuck That Lost Me

    Expanding on my last pulse...I've had many males in my life that I aptly dub "boyfriends". They normally don't last too long, just a few fun times together until I realize what kind of people they really are. In theory, they would be great boyfriends if it weren't for this flaw here, or that flaw there.

    Personally, I think I'm a great girlfriend. I'm attentative, I'm easy-going, a little jealous but not to the point where I make random drive-bys to your ex's house to egg their car make sure you aren't there. I love to just hang out and have a good time, have some laughs; no drama here. But when I meet some of these guys that I end up "committing" to, I find myself wondering why I even agreed to in the first place.

    When we inevitably break up, of course I'm a little sad. One because now I am once again alone, looking for the next guy to fill the  hole in my heart and also because I did like the guy; even just a little bit. But ultimately, I just feel sorry for the poor guy. Why? All modesty aside...

    Because I think I would have been the best thing that happened to him.

    Am I the only one that feels this way?

     

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