My frustrations with guys from the metro have recently reached an all-time high.
Never in a million years have I ever thought that the social circle that I got myself into could get even more convoluted.
You see, around 2 years ago, I dated this guy who, at the time, I was pretty sure I wanted to be in a relationship with. Big time. Even after 3 exes, he was after all, the first guy I ever dated.
Well, to make the long story short, it ended. I was sad, and I did something that I normally don’t do immediately after: I had sex with someone else. Later on, I found myself dating the other guy for a VERY brief period. I wasn’t proud of it, but it happened, I guess because it sort of drowned the lingering emotions I had for the previous guy.
How I met guy number 2 though, is another story. He actually found me through a friend and thought I was cute. Well, I thought he was cute too, too cute for my own good, really. It was almost suffocating how you could never get serious with the guy because he’d just throw his cuteness at your direction and you’d never get anything done.
So anyway, there I was, early 2010. Barely 3 months since I ended things with my boyfriend of 2 1/2 years, and I had already dated 2 guys, the other one I even slept with. I felt dirty.
All throughout 2010, I ended up dating 7 other guys who never really stood a chance. Some were really great guys, my friends would even keep asking me why none of them ever worked out. I just shrug and tell them, “He’s not what I’m looking for”. Which is true, because I don’t want to commit the same mistake that I made with my ex. I don’t want to enter into anything serious unless I’m sure it’s worth it.
The thing is, guy number 1 was actually worth it. As a result, every guy I eventually dated ended up sub-par. No one quite matched up to the benchmark that guy number 1 unwittingly set for me.
Guy number 2, on the other hand, was the exact opposite of what I was looking for. He was everything I didn’t want in a relationship. He was an OK friend, but not quite relationship material.
And then I met M (Guy Number 9 lol), who, like guy number 1, I celebrated the New Year with. He basically exceeded all my expectations in that he was all I had hoped for in a person, possibly even more. I had a grand time while I was with him, and since this is in the past tense, of course it ended.
2011 proved to be interesting, though. Around 2 months ago, Guy number 1 and I had started communicating with each other that it felt like 2009 all over again. And at a time where I felt like dating someone from the metro was a lost cause, he actually knocked some sense into me. I even got invited to his birthday party. It felt like we were once again on the same page.
Or so I thought.
Flash forward to a few days back: I was just minding my own business when I chanced upon a post in my facebook news feed that indicated that guy number 1 and guy number 2 were somewhere together. It was very vague, but my instincts told me it was more than that. Something fishy was definitely going on.
You see, my instincts are usually right, so later on I found out that guy number 1 and guy number 2 are indeed, yes, dating.
It’s definitely a huge slap in the face. Because for the longest time, I’ve held guy number 1 as something so precious, and here comes guy number 2 totally sabotaging that for me! Life is shit I tell you. Good luck with that.
I actually feel sorry for the guy. More than feeling sorry though, I feel really angry at how STUPID and INSENSITIVE people can become.
You’ve managed to go full circle, so congratulations on fucking up this already fucked up setup. Ugh.
So anyway, here I am, single, dateless, and utterly frustrated at the total lack of decent guys here in the metro. I’m not complaining too much though about being single or undersexed, I’m really more frustrated at how the dynamics of dating here are so complicatedly easy.
It feels like I’d be better off if I returned to the province.
Music :: Swedish House Mafia || Save the World
Mood :: annoyed
