Maybe we were “grey”, maybe we were “just friends”, maybe we were an “almost”. And maybe that was okay for you. It wasn’t for me.
If someone like me, someone who gets bored easily, ends up in a serious relationship with you–one that lasts more than six months–it means I really like you.
Declaring over and over again that you are a “nice guy” who “finishes last” will never end well. The label doesn’t mean the guy is kind or polite it means he is bland and submissive.
A girl with a big heart will change the way you see love. See, she’s not afraid to give all of herself to someone. She’s not timid. She’s not guarded. Instead, she opens. She trusts. She goes all in.
Change your hair. If he has a thing for blondes, but you’re a brunette and like it that way, don’t pick up a box of hair dye. Don’t grow out your hair for him if you like it short, either.
This is the kind of letter I’ll write but hesitate to send. It’s exactly how I feel about you, but I can’t be that open, right? It’ll kill the chase. It won’t be fun anymore.
When you love a woman who has been in an abusive relationship, there will be nights when your hands feel like the enemy. And I know that’s not fair. But neither was her abuse. None of this was fair. Fairness went out the window a long time ago.
Isn’t it perplexing that some women have amazing luck dating, and other women are almost always rejected by the men they pursue?
There is always going to be a better looking guy. There is always going to be a better looking girl. There is always going to be someone more successful. The problem we face today is that these options are so easily accessible to everyone.