I have about a 99 percent success rate when it comes to reading people. I can trust my gut feelings more often than not and they rarely turn out to be wrong. That one missing percent accounts for any guy I’m head over heels for. In those rare cases, it’s like I can’t tell what’s up, what’s down, or who the guy really is. It’s frustrating as hell, to say the least.
- They always throw off my compass. When it comes to a guy I’m really into, it’s like he’s a magnetic rock in the forest causing me to lose my way. I’m not even sure why this happens, but my ability to navigate due north is seriously skewed when it comes to a guy I have feelings for. I can’t seem to find my way out, either, because once I’m in it, it’s like the damn Blair Witch. I just walk in circles until it all catches up with me.
- My intuition is always off. I always trust my intuition because it rarely fails me, but when I’m using said intuition in the game of love, it’s like a cute face and seemingly good personality get all up in my ability to really rely on it. Those feelings that tell me to steer clear of certain people are seriously misguided and it’s really irritating considering I’m usually spot on.
- I could be in denial. Another feasible option is that I do have the same stay away type feelings—I just choose to repress them altogether because I actually like the guy. My stupid subconscious mind could just be engaged in a constant battle with my head and my heart because I want this guy I have feelings for to be as good as can be.
- I want to believe he’s good. To expand further on my last point, I ignore my instincts because deep down, I want that particular guy to be everything I’ve ever wanted and needed, and I’m just hoping that my suspicions about him are wrong. If I see something good in the guy I’m dating, I don’t want to believe it’s some player act. I want to know that I see it because it’s really there.
- I’m blinded by the D. When I’m insanely attracted to a guy and really like him as a person (or who I think he is as a person), all I want to do is be around him and touch him constantly. When all that sexual energy gets in the way of the guy I’m seeing versus the guy he really is, it’s no wonder my gut is so damn confused.
- I tend to idealize. In every area of my life, I tend to picture things as being a lot better than they actually are. This is due to my constant need to be optimistic, and when it comes to that crush, it’s no different. I truly believe that the guys that turn out to be jerks have all the potential and heart in them to be really decent human beings. I look at the glass as way more than half full even if it’s broken on the ground in a puddle of toxic dude slush.
- I want to have faith in myself. In the sense that we are the keepers of our own energy and whatever vibes we send out into the world we get back, I’d like to think that I’m sending out really good ones. Clearly, I’m giving out a “mess with my head and disrespect me until I can’t take anymore” vibe because that seems to be the only type of guy I fall for.
- Maybe I’m just foolish. I’m obviously not using my better judgment when it comes to the opposite sex because I’m an idiot when it comes to matters of the heart. It’s difficult to believe that it’s not just bad luck, but I know that I have to be part of the puzzle somehow. I keep choosing these men despite how well I am at judging people, so what’s the real reason for it?
- I know I’m a catch. I’m pretty confident in who I am as a person so naturally, I assume that these guys can see that confidence and they know I’m someone they would be lucky to have. It’s getting really old dating guys who have me wavering on this confidence because I keep disregarding my own talent for spotting the losers from a mile away.
- Maybe I do it on purpose. Maybe I don’t actually want a forever relationship, or maybe subconsciously I’m ignoring the red flags because I like the challenge. I know I can’t turn a hot mess into a husband but for some reason, I like to think that I can try. It’s like wanting the bad boy to be good because of how much he loves me, and it’s super dysfunctional.
