There is nothing wrong with you.
The scenario all seems similar yet different. I meet someone, and then start getting to know them, start spending time with them, and when things are finally hitting off, when it is clear that we both like each other, when I consider that maybe I could take it to another level, I lose them.
Think about a time when you really didn’t want to go somewhere (work, a job interview, class, whatever) because you were afraid or intimidated. Think about how you went anyway. How you reigned in your fear or swallowed your pride, because you knew you could do it. Because you knew that you’re almost always stronger than you feel.
Well, being the third wheel is just a lifestyle now.
Fellas, you have to realize, we are the easy ones. You are the ones that are making it extremely difficult to date, and with that you are causing us to drink copious amounts of wine and to consider joining a convent. We are just looking for love in a (hopeless) internet place.
Her family and friends come first. In no way does she feel lonely or unloved; she’s surrounded by loads of people who truly love her.
But what I’m coming to realize is that I’m single because I’m scared to take risks. I’m scared to let someone know me on a romantic level. I’m scared to let someone into my life in fear that they will leave.
I like to think I have a good grip on who I am. But how am I supposed to grow up and be with other people if I can’t even handle being with just myself in places other than my room?
The thinking leads to dreaming. The dreaming leads to planning. Pretty soon, you’ve got your whole wedding down to a science. Only problem is no one asked you yet.
Once you finally realize that you can be your truest and happiest self without being involved with another person, you’ll get to be alone without being lonely. And you’ll actually like it.