Tonight I am blogging because my roommate, Snoopy, commands me to. Despite the fact that I am utterly exhausted & have,in fact, very little sleep, I am writing to you from my lovely flat at the Viragh complex at 12:30 A.M. Tonight I have for you deep insight into a very personal subject to me: my love life or lack thereof.
To begin simply, I like women. I enjoy their company and have found them to be great friends over the years. I truly respect them for everything they do and see them as equals. It is not that I do not wish to “date”, its just that I seem to be horribly dysfunctional when it comes to popping that question. As it stands right now I am 0-2, failing once because I waited too long and the other because I didn’t wait long enough to ask them out. I guess a little bit of my problem with the gals is that I become too friendly to them, too brotherly I guess, but I’m not sure. It may be that women simply do not find me attractive or that my half-shy/half-crazy demeanor acts as a sort of repellant (Women -be- Gone ? ).
Another problem I figure that I have is that I worry too much about being rejected or messing up a good friendship to build the courage to ask a girl on a date. I have spend endless hour this year pondering in the back of my mind whether or not I should pursue a relationship. I just have such a huge mental block when it comes to putting my pride, my emotions on the line because generally I prefer to keep my feelings to myself. I guess that is my greatest fault, my inability to put my emotions on the line. I don’t like doing it and until I can figure out how to I guess that I will remain single.
“Love is like a puzzle. When you’re in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together.” ~Author Unknown