I’ve never been a relationship girl. Anyone that knows me, knows that I’ve had one serious boyfriend and a gaggle of first and second dates, but rarely thirds. I’m picky (I can say that, you can’t), I’m hard to please, I’m stubborn, and I can only assume that it’s all a defense mechanism to prevent people from getting too close. Truth is, I don’t love relationships and I’m not great at them. I like doing my own thing, I like my own time, and getting older only seems to exacerbate those feelings. I’m not particularly romantic, I find most everything cheesy, and sometimes I get really sad when I think about any guy trying to get around all of my neuroses and quirks. I’m not really looking for sympathy or ways to fix it, I happen to really like myself. I’m just talking. Or blogging. Or whatever.
I fancy myself an intelligent woman. I enjoy reading, I like to write, I’m fairly well spoken (specifically in text), and I usually have a pretty good grasp on current events. That being said, I have the mental capacity of a 3 year old when it comes to men. I have a penchant for gravitating toward the most emotionally unavailable human beings that have ever existed. The guys that are actually interested in me (God bless your sweet, unassuming soul(s?)), I’m rarely ever interested in (not always :/) because they’re probably decent guys and I am subconsciously (and perhaps consciously) an absolute idiot. It’s not like I do it on purpose, but still, it has to be something I can control, right? Can you control who you’re interested in, who you’re attracted to, who you ‘click’ with? Absolutely not, but one could probably be smarter. I could probably be smarter. Please, Lord, tell me I can start being smarter.
If we’re sitting here digging into stuff and things, I re-read that first paragraph and kind of laughed. It’s funny because in talking about defense mechanisms, it kind of hit me as to why I do what I do. It’s not even because it’s so big and scary to get close to someone, because it isn’t, it’s big and scary to get close to someone and have them choose someone else. That’s consistent, man. I can name so many guys off the top of my head that I’ve had a couple of dates with, or talked to for a bit, who have moved on to super serious relationships and even marriage after me. Heck, it doesn’t even have to be serious, but it always doesn’t involve me. I’ve been dating for about ten years now, and it’s pretty hard to not start blaming yourself with that sort of track record. If you’re reading this and we’ve casually dated or gone out a few times and you’re saying, “Good Lord, Alena, sometimes it just doesn’t work out..” I agree with you. However, there’s only one common denominator in all 3493724723947239423 of those situations. Don’t feel bad, because it’s really not you. It’s me. Oh well.
Earlier today I asked a good guy friend of mine if I could complain about something to him and he said, “You can always complain to me. Unless it’s a complaint about how it sucks to be a young, attractive woman.” and it made me think about this whole thing that I’ve written. I started this several days ago and completed a few lines here and there across an array of interesting moods and feelings. Most of you will read this and think ‘boo hoo’ and then some of you will actually get my humor and know that I’m really just poking fun at myself. I can’t say my feelings don’t get hurt and my self esteem doesn’t take a blow from time to time, I won’t tell you that I don’t feel inferior to other women for a myriad of reasons that all start and end with the same thing, but hey. I can’t change who and what I am and I wouldn’t anyway.
So, maybe it is me. Maybe I’m a big ol’ intimidating monster, maybe I’m too loud, maybe I’m too smart, maybe I’m too independent, maybe I don’t fit the social norms around here, maybe my sense of humor is too weird, maybe I’m too complicated, and maybe I just scare you to death. That’s fine. I’ll stay all of those things, because a few things I’ll never be are simple, easy, and available.