Posted by I am not God’s gift…
I am no one’s idea of a thirst trap.
I know that I will never be someone’s 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th or 5th round draft pick.
I have not nor will I ever blame The Women®.
I am not Casanova. I am not Cyrano.
I am not smoothest or the wittiest.
I don’t call myself a “nice guy”.
I am just a guy. Who is trying.
I am tired.
I am tired of feeling as though the assumptions made about my wishes seem heavier than they are.
I am tired of guessing. I am not a mind reader.
I am tired of subtext over honesty.
I am tired of being told to love myself first.
I am tired of feeling invisible.
I am tired of constantly playing-back every minute detail of every interaction, flailing around in the dark trying to figure out where it all went wrong.
I am tired of the primacy of “instant chemistry” or lack thereof.
I am tired of feeling as though everything for which I’ve worked; every hobby, every interest, every character trait means fuck-all without “vibe”.
I am tired of blaming myself still.
