I Fall For Sh*tty Guys, a Confession
Okay I have a confession. I fall for shitty guys. I do! Ask my friends, ask my mom, hell, ask my local Starbucks barista.
I know it’s something I need to work on, but at least I’m aware of it, right? You know what they say. The first step is admitting you have a problem. And I have a problem.
Don’t believe me? After my last breakup (which was with my super toxic ex, another story for another time) the FIRST guy I started to like, ended up being a (gorgeous) Trump supporter who gave me beard burn on my chin so bad the skin was raw and didn’t heal for an entire week.
I figured it was karma for the whole Trump thing. At the time, I really thought it was something I could overlook, until he started talking about how certain things were “too progressive” for him. That’s when I had to face the music that this wasn’t going to work. No matter how pretty he was.
Fast forward to the next guy I was somewhat into, a dude I nicknamed Meth Guy. Hopefully that alone gives you some kind of indicator of the real winner he was. To be clear, he wasn’t a meth-head or anything. He’d just done meth a couple times, which, who the actual f*** does that? Meth guy! I guess! I couldn’t tell you exactly why I was into him, I guess we just had fun and he was weird and I was, for whatever reason, into that.
In case you’re wondering what ultimately lead to my and Meth Guy’s demise, (it surprisingly wasn’t the meth) it was our last date when he said to me, and I quote, “Well then why do I make more money than you?” That was that for me.
And since those last two catches, I think I’m sort of scarred from dating. I’ve met a few people here and there but, honestly, who even has the time to date? And how many bad dates does one need to go on before it’s finally a new shitty guy I can be into? Jk. Kind of.
I don’t know why we like shitty guys. But we do, right? The emotionally unavailable, the he left me on read and I don’t understand, the but maybe he’ll change, the hot and cold, the ones we make excuses for on a regular basis. Those guys.
Couldn’t tell ya. But here we are. I will say though, now that I’ve typed this out and am posting it publicly for the world to see, maybe I’ll stop falling for shitty guys. Or maybe I won’t. I don’t know. I guess we’ll see, right?