Come On, Son
All I keep thinking is that there has to be a guy who will love all the things about me that seem to be reasons for all the others to count me out. How nervous I get when meeting new people. My preference for the indoors, and my reluctance to go out. My talents for nothing, but my dalliances with everything. I am nothing special. I'm not intriguing or adventurous or exciting. But there has to be a guy for whom all of this is exactly what he's been seeking. I am exactly what he's been looking for. To him, I am special. And over the years I've wanted that guy to be you, whoever you are in that moment. It never is. And that's been pretty heartbreaking. Because however bad for me you actually were, however wrong I was about you, and as much as I knew I couldn't hold it against you, being made to feel you're not worth a shot hurts. This probably seems pretty pathetic to you. I'm seeking attention and pity, or probably some kind of compliment or encourag...