I never really
dated in high school, nor did I care to. I didn't like any of the guys in my
class and I wasn’t all that confident in myself either. Granted, there were
only about sixty guys to choose from and while all of them were expectantly
very immature, I was wise beyond my years. My longest relationship back then
was three dull months with the drum major of the marching band, (in which I was
the token female tuba player). He was three years older than me - pretty
scandalous back then. He broke up with me (via a note handed to me by a
friend) because I seemed "uninterested." Thinking back I'm surprised
it took him that long to realize. I never really did like him. I thought that
having a boyfriend would pay off - maybe make me a little more 'normal' as
everybody in high school is striving to be - but the novelty quickly
faded. He wasn't interesting enough. Could there ever be anyone that was interesting enough? And the tone of my dating history is set...
Fast forward about four years. College started
and, of course, my thoughts about dating were: "There are so many
people here! And they're all probably really, really intriguing/eccentric/not completely boring/etc.!" So, I
ended up dating a hippie for a bit. Interesting indeed... Luckily, a day after we had broken up
I met another guy. The first guy I would ever be truly in love with. He was
happy with life, hilarious, sociable, intrigued by everything,
adventurous, and fun. Bad news was that he went to a different college. A
different college that was about two hours away by car. Eight hours by bus
(which I endured one too many times). Nevertheless, we were loopy for each
other and we both agreed to make things work. They did for nearly two years,
but we eventually fell apart. At some point the romance had stopped and we had
started to become best friends rather than significant others.
So, now, for the
first time in my college career, I am single. What
on Earth do I do?! Fortunately,
I figured that out pretty fast: Locate good looking male. Drink. Flirt. Drink.
Dance. Flirt. Drink. Flirt. Drink. Exchange numbers. Hang out. Flirt. Drink.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand (potentially) sex.
Ahem.
Yeah. You heardme.
I like sex. A lot. There. That's that and that's it. There is absolutely
nothing more to it, just like it says in the description of my OKC test result.
I'm more like a guy than most girls when it comes to this...which I think is
kind of strange, honestly, but I suppose it's a part of what makes me awesome.
Or so says OKC. Now, don't get me wrong, I AM a hopeless romantic too. I want
to get married and have babies and live in cottage in the English countryside.
So it is kind of hard to differentiate between a quality guy and, well, just
another opportunity. And I do think about it. I think about it really hard before coming to a conclusion.
However, the reality of the situation is that I am in college and (most) of the
guys I meet are in college too: All the good looking, worthwhile guys are taken
and everyone else is just looking for a hookup. If he isn't and he's genuinely
interested in me, that’s awesome. But I haven't met a guy like that yet. (I
blame my curves, red hair, charming smile, cute giggle, winning personality...and
my strong sense of self.)
I have had a few
guys in my life since my ex. Some of them I met online, others I did not. The
ages range from nineteen to twenty-eight and the time I spent with each of them
(and only them) from a few weeks to a few months. So, I'm not a serial seducer.
I do attach to men. Just not that easily. I have to find them intriguing. They
have to be willing to show me their eccentric side. (At this time I’d like to
make an announcement: Robert Downey, Jr. is my dream guy because he is such a weirdo. Moving on…) I am very easily bored by people, life, etc. It's
probably a diagnosable psychiatric problem. Whatever the case, I've
taken to this online gig just to have another venue for dating opps.
Sigh.
So, no, it's not a confidence
problem. I'm incredibly happy with myself. It's not daddy issues either. I love my dadders! He's a great dude. And
no, I'm not trying to make up for
all of my nerdy years in high school. If I had been into any of the guys I went
to school with, believe me, I would have done something about it. Plus…I’m
still a big ‘ol nerd.
But what do I have
to explain myself to you for? ;)
Stories to come.
Playstation, OUT.
xx
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