Sniffing Coffee Beans
I was in a funk for the entire weekend.
Guys who seemed to be interested all started flaking out at levels of disbelief.
These were people who initiated contact with me, flattered me, talked about the future, blah blah.
But when it came down to it, it was all talk and no action and no follow through.
I haven’t heard anything from the Candidate and I’m a little disappointed.
I had a long heart-to-heart with my favorite cousin and she said that I need to just stop.
She described my recent Plenty of Fish binge as being at a department store fragrance counter and smelling every cologne without sniffing coffee beans in between to clear my nostrils so I can actually smell each, distinctive scent.
Well hot damn. She dropped some knowledge on me.
I have been acting like an unsupervised fat kid at Golden Corral.
I’ve been wanting to feel something, meet someone great so badly that I haven’t really been taking time to nurture any real friendships or relationships. I’ve been getting frustrated by non-responses, or responses that I thought were stupid and checking people off of my “good enough for me list” that I started becoming the women I make fun of.
I was going out on dates because I was bored and they actually asked, but I didn’t have a genuine attraction. And with every new conversation, I feel my patience getting shorter and shorter.
My cousin is right. I need a great whiff of coffee beans to reset my mind. I need a break from POF.
I thought going into it with such vigor, would give me the results I wanted because I was actually trying this time. I was showing the universe that I could handle this that I was truly ready for love. So bring em on.
I’ve run into a number of issues. Good looking successful men who thought they were too good-looking and successful to even talk to me.
Men who live at home with their folks, which seems to be not so uncommon these days, but they seem to have a chip on their shoulder about it because of the way other women have responded to it.
And dream sellers, the men who compliment, flirt and say the right things, yet they fade away.
I’m not sure of where my next guy is. I’m just not.
I don’t want to get married today.
I just want someone in my life who I’m excited about and who is equally excited about me. Someone who wants to spend time with me, a person’s whose company I can enjoy. Where we can be quiet all night or laugh all day. I can’t be crazy. This has to exist somewhere.
Friday night I felt this insane claustrophobic feeling. It felt like I was starved for love and it hurt and the panic set in. Where was it? Would it be coming?
It made me wonder if I made a mistake by ending things with Officer Cutie. Should I have given it a try despite my gut feeling about the drama to come with his child? I knew I did the right thing. That baby is too young, the relationship between he and the mother has not matured enough. I did the right thing. I know I did.
But feeling like this hurts. And I don’t want this feeling to drive me to desperation. That’s totally unattractive and I’m better than that.
I’m a jerk. I’ve turned down nice guys, but I wasn’t attracted to them. And that makes me a horrible person. But I’ve tried that stuff before. I tried to look past my unattractedness and kept saying this person is nice, this person is nice, and it still didn’t work.
I can’t seem to get this shit straight.
Once my ipod recharges, I’ll hit the gym. Maybe that will help…