There have been a few of you that have been reading my weblog for the past 45 days now. And you have come to the conclusion that I get down on myself, and that enjoy feeling melancholy; but you think that I have my finer points, and that there's no reason why a guy like me can't find a girl and be happy.
Well, I can't.
Truth is folks, I'm no woman's type. I've been told this on several occasions. Plus, the only two women that I have had relationships with; any man was their type. It's just a cold, hard fact of life.
The friends I have right now have been adamant for years that this isn't true. However, any woman they have tried to set me up with has passed me on by. Any woman my poor friends say is actually interested in me, seems to want nothing to do with me when I do try something.
And, several women, on the occasion when I do declare myself to them, let me down gently. Then they quickly rant on about my good qualities, some of which they look for in a guy, and add how it'll be in no time at all that I'll find that someone I'm meant to be with. Which leads me to only one conclusion.
I'm not physically attractive. I've come to grips with this, and I wish my friends would too. At this point, they would quit on about how happiness will find me, or how such girl is actually showing signs about our future together. There are just some things we can't deny about ourselves.
Remember what I said some time ago about the truth? Well, this is the truth.
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