Lovely alone.
I would always attempt to approach attractive guys, but in the end, I would always leave rejected and heartbroken. I always assumed it was because I wasn’t a pretender—a girl that acts dumb and eligible to get in bed fairly easy. I have a steady head on my shoulders. And peoples best interest at heart. Plus, I’m hyper sensitive about my feelings, getting angry when thought of as a piece of gum at the bottom of someone’s shoe. A good scrapping off would do the trick to get rid of me. I’m miserable in the world of romance.
The saying, “There’s someone for everyone.” didn’t apply to me; if there was someone for everyone, Mr. Right sure as hell hasn’t shown up in my life. So you could say I am not a believer in love. I’ll watch from afar, but never indulge in the real thing.
This ended up making me bitter, and negative, bringing down any positive energy coursing my way. I had evolved into a rather livid…bubble.
I never understood why some people chose looks over heart. I’d definitely want to grow old with a person with charisma than outside beauty; because in the end, we’re all prunes, waiting to shrivel away in bliss. I just want to do it hand in hand with the man I cherish.
