Admittedly, I have my fingers crossed that I’ll one day find my very own Prince Charming. I’m always doing my best to keep my eyes open for him, but every time I think I’ve found the man of my dreams, he eventually reveals himself to be yet another impostor. I’m trying my hardest to find a good guy, but this is why no matter how hard I try, I always fall for the wrong kind of man:
- They all seem like a dream come true in the beginning. Obviously these guys never show their true colors from the get-go, or I’d have a much easier time separating them from the ones who are actually worth my time. They’re always on their best behavior when we first meet, and it’s only over time that the truth begins to come out. And by then, I’m always in too deep to realize how bad things have really gotten.
- I’m a sucker for pretty words. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m too easily drawn in by a guy who knows how to sweet-talk me. I know I should put more stock into his actions, but I supposed that deep down, part of me is still that little girl who dreams of being promised the moon.
- My heart is captured too easily. Every time I go through a nasty breakup, I promise myself that I’ll do a better job of keeping my guard up next time around. And every time I get a new crush, I inevitably break that promise. I envy the women who can keep their heads about them around a guy they’re crazy about, because it sure doesn’t take much for me to let my heart take the wheel.
- Something about me attracts the wrong type of guys. I have no idea how so many women find such quality partners, because I sure haven’t noticed any decent guys checking me out recently. The kind of men who are attracted to me always seem to be manipulative, dishonest, lazy, or a combination of the three. I don’t know if it’s my personality or just a pheromone thing, but I might have an easier time finding a decent man if they’d start showing up.
- I can’t help but look for the best in people. I’m pretty relentlessly optimistic, so even when a guy gives me fifty reasons to hate his guts, I’ll find fifty-one reasons to keep on liking him. Some might call it a virtue, but it’s caused me nothing but trouble in my love life. I can never get it through my head that a guy isn’t right for me because I’m so focused on the “good” qualities he possesses… even if they really aren’t that good in the first place.
- I always think I can change them. If a guy really is beyond the point of redemption, my mind switches gears, and I convince myself that he has the potential to be boyfriend material if I can only polish him up a bit. It’s such an unhealthy mentality to have when it comes to dating, but I can’t help it. The right thing to do would be to find a guy who’s great just the way he is, but once I have my heart set on someone, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him in my life.
- I’m too trusting. Even though it’s proven to be a bad idea time and time again, I still take everyone at their word. So if a guy tells me that he’ll do right by me or that he sees a future with me, I’ll believe him even if he’s done nothing to prove it. Of course I’ll be hurt when he eventually does the opposite of what he says he will, but it’s my own damn fault for letting his words speak louder than his actions.
- I hate to admit when I’m wrong. Honestly, I’m far too stubborn for my own good. If my family, my friends, and the entire world tell me that a guy’s no good for me, I’ll stay with him just to prove them all wrong. Even once things start turning sour, my pride won’t let me admit defeat. The result is that I stay in toxic relationships long after the douchebag I’m dating proves that he’s not the man I thought he was.
- I never see my standards slipping until it’s too late. I always start out with high expectations and swear that I won’t lower them for anyone. But then at some point, the guy will mess up, and I’ll let it slide because I like him so much. Then it’ll happen again. And again. Before I know it, I’ll find myself dating someone who I never would’ve settled for just a few months prior. I try to date like a queen, but in the end, I always get played for a fool.
- I’m perhaps a bit too eager to get my fairy tale ending. I know that true love will come exactly when it’s supposed to and not a moment before, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to find it at last. Sometimes, I get so wrapped up in thinking that a certain guy will be The One that I accidentally blind myself to all his flaws. I know I need to cut it out, but I’m sure having a hard time with it.
