Why have I never had a boyfriend?
I could say it’s because I enjoy my “freedom,” that I need to have self-acceptance before allowing anyone else to see my vulnerabilities, or maybe I’m afraid to be let down in the end. Perhaps I’m just too much of a romantic, and nothing would be as good as a fairy tale. But, if I did, I’d be lying. The cold hard truth is, it’s really only because no one has ever even asked me the fuck out on a date.
Don’t believe me when I say I’m okay with it, or that I know the right guy will come along eventually. Don’t tell me that there are more pressing issues in this world than being single, because I honestly don’t give a shit. I’ve always been the goody two shoes, the nice one that people can rely on, the peace maker, the good listener. I do so much for other people, yet I feel like I rarely get anything in return.
I’m not sorry if I sound like a selfish bitch right now. I know I deserve to feel good about myself, and you know what would make me happy? Knowing that the opposite sex finds me even remotely attractive, bar the crazy, homeless man, or wolf-whistling construction worker on his lunch break. And by attractive, I don’t even mean looks alone; I want to be appreciated for everything I am. I find myself funny, I think I’m intelligent, I can be pretty on a good day, and I know I possess all of the qualities any normal man would want in a female. So, why the hell hasn’t this so-called ordinary guy shown his face yet?
I’m tired of watching other girls go through relationships like I go through a bag of chips - quickly and easily. The occasional, simple acknowledgement of my fairly average personality would suffice, but perhaps that’s just asking for too much these days.