Can't win for losing.
Sooo...guys are strange.
A guy I dated for about a month got skittish and broke it off because I wrote that I liked him on my blog. LIKED him. He still wants me now of course, three years too late.
So I learned not to say I liked anyone.
Then another guy lost interest because he read both my preferred requirments and my list of 100 things about me. No conversation or negotiation, just ended. So I learned not to answer 25 questions about me on Facebook (so stop asking).
I blogged about a man I had unrequited feelings for, and received a painful confession of love from a good friend. And a date offer from two others.
I blogged about a guy dying to be blogged about, who was then pissed about what I wrote and that it was a poem.
I blogged about a first date but the guy was upset it WASN'T a poem. And the other guy I was dating at the same time lost interest.
I blogged about blowing off steam in Europe and a relative called me a whore.
I didn't blog about a guy I had a first date with who prepped by reading my archives, thus he decided I don't like him.
Soooo...they want to be special, they don't want me to be special, they want me to examine them, but then freak out at what I see...
Do you get where I'm going with this?
I know you all LOVE hearing about my little anthropology experiments and my thoughts about bumblings towards ecstasy, but it seems to be hurting my lovelife. No matter what I do. And um...I love you guys, but guess what's more important to me?
I don't see how Carrie ever got Mr. Big this way. I call shenanigans.