To some of you, what I'm about to say may be a bit of a shock, but here it goes:
I haven't been on a date in over two and a half years. Sad, I know. Ok, ok...it may not be much of a shock to anyone. I haven't taken a huge interest in the opposite sex since I started Grad-school almost two years ago. On the other hand, I'm a reasonably attractive woman who is somewhat intelligent, and enjoys many different activities. You'd think
someone would ask me out.
My close friends and relatives tell me that I probably scare guys away. What, with my beauty, and brains, and high-pitched squeal I call a laugh? Yeah right! Over the last few weeks I have begun analyzing the situation. Here's what I've come up with, so far:
1.) I'm picky. So shoot me! I want a guy that has: a.) a job (or some means of income without part-taking in illegal activities), b.) a sense of humor that doesn't employ derogatory phrases , c.) a sense of self, d.) a sense of the world they live in...I think that's basically it. Is that so bad?!
Just because I'm picky shouldn't be a reason guys don't ask me out, though.
2.) I must send off a bad vibe. Guys, you know the vibe. It basically comes off as looking like she's taken, so she doesn't care either way.
But I'm not! Laid-back, yes...impartial, no. So why the front?
3.) No front. I'm shy. I can hear the jaws dropping on the key-boards now..."Maggie...SHY?!?!" I know it sounds crazy, but it's the honest-to-God truth. I am absolutely frightened of the man I described above.
There it folks, my reasoning for not having a date in the last two and a half years. Sad, pathetic, and gut-wrenchingly honest. Be gentle...