Saturday, 31 December 2011
For years I've been "the girl without a boyfriend." I've managed to slide through high school without even the prospect of a potential mate. I've fallen for guys, but nothing ever came of it. Either they were way too old, totally disinterested, or a wonderful combination of the two. After a certain point, you sort of get sick of bothering and just try to adapt to a spinster, cat-loving lifestyle. I've never really had a problem with being alone, but in times of great need (or when I'm in heat), it gets a little frustrating.For years I had problems with self-esteem (Mom: Boys don't like fat girls), and I've managed to accept myself and overcome these hurdles, for the most part. Isn't confidence what everyone says men look for? Aside from a bangin' bod? Apparently not. Maybe it's the fact that I'm socially awkward, or that I tend to over-compensate for my nervousness by being a complete idiot, but after a while, shouldn't they just see me as someone who is, well, fucking rad?
Pretty much my strategy with guys has always been "try to be their friend, then something more" but lately, I've been striking out in even making friends with guys. Maybe they sense my, I don't want to call it desperation, because I'm most certainly not desperate (see: cat lady reference), intensity.
Maybe they're intimidated by my great beauty (a joke, kind of), maybe I've just never encountered the right fella in my eighteen and a half years. There are probably hundreds of reasons why I've never been with anyone, but after a while I just have to boil it down to: "It's not you, it's me." Literally.
How often to you strike out with the opposite sex? Do you care if you're single or not?