I’m intelligent and insightful — I’m passionate and inquisitive about the world around me, can engage in deep conversations, and consider myself pretty aware of and in touch with the world around me. In other words, I’m smart as hell, so why am I so stupid when it comes to love?
- There’s never a “right” answer. If I’m given a math problem, there’s one answer, and there’s a formula that’ll help me reach that answer. But when a boy asks me to come over to watch Netflix with him, it’s impossible to tell whether the right move is to turn him down, tell him off, or agree to the offer.
- Book smarts and street smarts are two different things. Give me a book, and I’ll be able to analyze what every line of it means. But if you put a man in front of me, I won’t be able to tell if he’s flirting with me or just being nice. People aren’t easy for me to understand.
- Love isn’t logical. Sometimes, I’ll fall for a man with a ponytail beard and a beanie, and I won’t be able to name one legitimate reason why I’m attracted to him. Love is illogical. It doesn’t make any damn sense, which is why it’s so hard to wrap my head around.
- There aren’t any real “rules.” Sure, there are BS dating rules, but they get broken all the time. I can’t rely on a man to wait until the third date to make a pass at me, because some guys will pull that crap on the first date. You never know what they’re going to do, and that scares the hell out of me.
- I think too much. When it comes to making an important career move, this is a great quality to have. But when I’m trying to come up with something clever to text my crush, it’s a curse. I’ll waste hours overthinking something simple when I should be going with the flow.
- I prefer to listen than to talk. I like to sit back and observe. That’s how I learn how certain people tick and how I can tell if I actually want them around me. Of course, when it comes to dating, my silence turns men away, because they assume I’m not interested.
- Technology makes communication difficult. It’s hard to make an informed decision when men will flat out lie. If I was looking him in the eyes, I could at least watch his to see if his pupils were darting or his voice was cracking, but everything is over the phone nowadays. There’s no way to tell if he’s being straight with me or BS’ing me.
- I have a big head. Like I’ve said, I’m pretty smart. That’s why I’ll listen to my own advice instead of taking my friend’s advice, even if they know more about relationships. I always choose to do what I think is right, even though that’s how I always end up getting screwed over.
- Love isn’t my main priority. Since I spend the majority of my time focusing on my career, I don’t spend nearly enough time figuring out how to talk to men. I’m just not educated in the subject. So even though I’m smart when it comes to other things, I’m stupid when it comes to love.
