I work in a male dominated environment; I am surrounded by
man at their worst. I see and hear the bullshit they pull on a daily basics. I’ve
said this many times, my job is part of the reason I’m single. It inherently gives
you trust issues. I see that even the “nice guys” are often jerks.
So, in a twist of faith, I met Barrie. The definition of a
nice guy. He is sickly sweet, a perfect gentleman, the sort of guy every girl dreams
about and I hate it. I feel like I am waiting for his crazy, assholeness to pop
out at any moment. I don’t trust that there can be anyone that perfect. And I
am aware that issue is totally mine, he’s given me know reason to feel that
way.
We’ve been talking over 2 months now and when I say he’s a
gentleman I mean it. Good morning messages every morning, sweet comments that
actually make me say “aww” out loud. And not even an attempt to sext, no rude
pictures. When I said he was the perfect guy, particularly after a while out of
the dating pool, I wasn’t kidding. It’s like teenage dating again. It almost
feels innocent.
With all that said, I feel like I am waiting for the other
shoe to drop. Good guys, aren’t single in their 30’s. They’ve all been snapped
up. So why is he single, how is he single? What is wrong with him? And why do I have these questions? Why can’t I
just enjoy having a good guy after all the fuckwit in my past. Am I truly that
jaded?
Anyways, I am off to stew in my own thoughts. But before I
go, I have this question for you; Am I the only one who has these thoughts? Am
I alone in not trusting nice? Let me know your thoughts in the comments below
and as always, stay and play safe.
Love,
The Honest Bitch
xoxo
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