“Why?” is the most important question.
But honestly, most of the people I naturally end up befriending are so unhip that they don’t even get the significance of art school or New York. In short, I am not cool.
Yeah, of course I want a stable boyfriend. But unfortunately the craziest people also make the best conversationalists. Not to mention the best conversations.
I want a guy who’s blunt, unapologetic, and original. I want a guy who can read me well enough to know how to dominate me. I want a guy who can balance me perfectly with everything else he loves, but in the end he will love me more.
If you’re a 7, you’ll get just enough attention to know you look good, but never enough to validate that feeling. You can get in the clubs, but you don’t get called to the front of the line.
Your boyfriend has an impressive notch count. He’s uncomfortable with this because he really wants to find The One. He legitimately thought he loved every girl he’s been with, all 30 of them.
“But it’s human nature to talk about people,” you say. Well yeah, maybe people do feel a need to vent about a friend who does annoying things in front of them. But that’s different than outright betraying someone’s trust.