I realized the other day that this month (possibly last month, I get a little fuzzy on the dates) marks 2 things:
1. The beginning of my first relationship, 13 years ago
2. The end of my second and last relationship, 12 years ago.
Doing the math, since I just turned 30, it's clear that these both happened at the end of high school, in the space of about a year. Both of these were online.
Since then, zilch. My mom had always told me not to worry about the fact that I didn't date in high school, because high school guys usually weren't worth dating anyway. So while it hurt that I always got passed by, I looked forward to college.
College came and went, no interest from anyone.
After college, there was one guy I'd initially met online who was interested; we talked on the phone for hours, sent emails back and forth, and finally agreed to meet. After that day, I never heard from him again. Guess his thoughts on me were pretty clear after that.
Then there was the guy who pretended to be interested so he'd have someone to hang out with and someone to be an emotional crutch for him. That idiot decided it'd be a great idea to hit on my housemates any time I left the room, and send them emails about how he wasn't interested in me but wanted to date them instead. Housemates showed me the emails, I never spoke to the fuckweasel again.
This is a hard subject for me, but I wanted to post about it because never saying anything about it is becoming unhealthy for me. It all just sits in my heart and festers there quietly. I keep telling myself that there's nothing shameful in not being attractive, but it's a lie. Of *course* I feel ashamed. Heck, I can't even participate in talks about unwanted male attention while walking, because it never happens to me.
Naturally, people like to tell me, "Oh, it's alright, your turn will come." At this point, I know that's a lie. A well-intentioned lie, but a lie nonetheless. I have 30 years of guys not noticing me as proof. I also have 4.5 years of art training and a good mirror: I know how I look, and that's that.
The funny thing is, I would probably be miserable *in* a relationship: I made a mess of the first two. The first one was with a guy who was a cheating, emotionally manipulative bastard, and I let him walk all over me. The second was with a really sweet guy whom I was pretty constantly bitchy to, and then broke it off for really no reason (though it would never have worked long-term, and we are still friends.)
This is probably more than anyone wanted to know, but I feel a little bit better now that it's not all cooped up inside. Thanks for letting me vent.
1. The beginning of my first relationship, 13 years ago
2. The end of my second and last relationship, 12 years ago.
Doing the math, since I just turned 30, it's clear that these both happened at the end of high school, in the space of about a year. Both of these were online.
Since then, zilch. My mom had always told me not to worry about the fact that I didn't date in high school, because high school guys usually weren't worth dating anyway. So while it hurt that I always got passed by, I looked forward to college.
College came and went, no interest from anyone.
After college, there was one guy I'd initially met online who was interested; we talked on the phone for hours, sent emails back and forth, and finally agreed to meet. After that day, I never heard from him again. Guess his thoughts on me were pretty clear after that.
Then there was the guy who pretended to be interested so he'd have someone to hang out with and someone to be an emotional crutch for him. That idiot decided it'd be a great idea to hit on my housemates any time I left the room, and send them emails about how he wasn't interested in me but wanted to date them instead. Housemates showed me the emails, I never spoke to the fuckweasel again.
This is a hard subject for me, but I wanted to post about it because never saying anything about it is becoming unhealthy for me. It all just sits in my heart and festers there quietly. I keep telling myself that there's nothing shameful in not being attractive, but it's a lie. Of *course* I feel ashamed. Heck, I can't even participate in talks about unwanted male attention while walking, because it never happens to me.
Naturally, people like to tell me, "Oh, it's alright, your turn will come." At this point, I know that's a lie. A well-intentioned lie, but a lie nonetheless. I have 30 years of guys not noticing me as proof. I also have 4.5 years of art training and a good mirror: I know how I look, and that's that.
The funny thing is, I would probably be miserable *in* a relationship: I made a mess of the first two. The first one was with a guy who was a cheating, emotionally manipulative bastard, and I let him walk all over me. The second was with a really sweet guy whom I was pretty constantly bitchy to, and then broke it off for really no reason (though it would never have worked long-term, and we are still friends.)
This is probably more than anyone wanted to know, but I feel a little bit better now that it's not all cooped up inside. Thanks for letting me vent.
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