It seems to be so much easier for me to get dumped than it is to dump guys. I guess it's because I genuinely like them, which worries me about them.
Some of the guys I've dated. I spend time looking at other people's life stories, their le love moments and I'm starting to see patterns. Maybe I'm looking out for my passions, you never know. But what I see, is the people who try the ones who make the effort and the ones who are slow, the receivers who hurt and love and hope silently.
The first group are the ones who always boast, who are always out, who get all the men, who get the flowers, who you half admire half hate.
The slow ones fill up message boards dark corners and spend 80% of their time single.
I take hope however from the words of that anonymous poster in postsecret, I take hope from the fact that even though I have not met you, you have not met me yet either.
