I have this little war going on inside me right now.
Half of me is jaded by the complete uselessness of dating, and is convinced that I'm not ready for someone to get close enough to me that I feel something. That half is the one that reminds me how hurt I've been by men in the past and how difficult it is to believe that anyone can be attracted to me. I just am not the type of girl men fall instantly in love with, and no one has ever been patient enough to stick around and find out if I am at all.
The other half is my romantic idealist side. The one that wants to eventually find love, and passion and follow all of the avenues that lead to such wonderful places. I tend to love everyone I meet...not in a romantic sense of course, in the respect that I see the best in everyone, but it means that when someone hurts me it does more damage than anyone imagines. So needless to say, when I date someone, my heart gets involved REALLY fast (and no, I don't tell them that), and when it's over it slams me to the ground.
I haven't been on a date in close to 4 years. I've been interested in men, but then my little holy war starts and I just don't do anything, I can't make up my mind.
I'm a really fantastic person. I make friends easily, I am intellegent, charismatic and funny. But I tend to use sarcasm as a defense mechanism. I'm interesting looking, not ugly, not gorgeous, and like most women, have a skewed body image.
I just can't seem to break down the walls I've built against falling for someone again. And recently, I've found I really want to. It's not for one guy in particular, more because my life is so good right now, but for this one exception. I'm genuinely happy, but I want something more than work and courses and nights spent wanting companionship.
Sorry, the post was so long...
Gwynna