Lately, I've become more aware of my single-ness. Perhaps it is the spring and with the promise of warm weather, everyone decides it's time to find someone special to share it with. Yeah, I notice when people suddenly show up to school, work, church, whatever holding the hand of someone they have come to really like/love. It probably doesn't help that I live in the marriage capital of the US. (Yeah, that's right. I live in Utah!) So yeah, there are lots of couples.
The point I'm trying to get around to making is this: I'm single for a reason. And not necessarily of my own accord. I always say that I like boys but the boys don't like me. That may not be strictly true but some days it sure does feel it. I guess I'm always trying to figure out what guys are attracted to. And what am I doing wrong to not attract them?
I wouldn't call myself adventurous by any stretch of the imagination. I like stability. On top of that, I tend to stick to my routines a little more than I should. My interests aren't exactly what I call 'broad'. Reading, writing, movie watching. I don't think I'm the prime candidate for catching a man. I'm not into hiking, although I'll do it and... enjoy it. I've never been skydiving nor do I plan to do it, ever. I don't do high risk stuff. I'm not a partier either. I don't do well in large crowds. In fact, I'm not really a socializer. It's just who I am and I can try and change but at the end of the day I crave my homebody-ness. I'm not made for adventure. My idea of an adventure is a planned day where I drive 90 miles with my friend and we window shop. Woo! That's exciting.
If you can't tell, I'm pretty much making fun of myself and my boring life. I'm not exciting and I'm not adventurous. So what do I have to offer a guy? As of tonight- nothing. I'll continue with my single, stable, routine driven life. One day, my number will be called but until then, I'm here. Writing. Reading. And movie watching.
Until Next Time,
The Hopeless Romantic