A few nights ago, I was updating a good friend of mine on the trials and tribulations of my once again non-existent dating life, and he remarked how he didn't understand what's wrong with all of these men. Of course, I laughed, because really, who would understand?!
But then he also said that he happened to be abreast of all of my "moods," which for some reason, reminded me of my many faces - my faces which never, ever conceal what I'm feeling inside. Regardless, if he can appreciate the many moods and faces of sunshine, why can't someone else? Why are men so incredibly attracted to one face or some faces, but not all of my faces?
Complication is one thing, but isn't complexity yet another? My Caribbean boyfriend once commented that I'm not complicated, only complex...and isn't that an endearing trait rather than one from which to run away? If I were simple and not too much, would I not be boring? Do men really want boring? At least a man on a small island with what I would consider a very simple life can find something to appreciate about that.
It's easy to say that I just haven't met the "right one" or even the "right one right now," but it's incredibly difficult not to ponder at least a bit about recurring patterns and behaviors. The always lurking "What is wrong with me?" line of questioning...but then again, I don't want to change just to fit into someone else's idea of what to love. Would you?
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