I have been told on a number of occasions and by several different people that I fit the profile of the "nice guy". Patient to a fault, a sucker for a pretty face, willing to put up with all the ridiculous antics and BS of the fairer sex. I guess they're right, and I'll be damned if I don't feel like I suffer for it. I'll admit I don't exactly throw myself out there, but nobody's ever shown any real interest in me, it seems.
I have this brooding sense of never finding love in time. That by the time that girl comes around (if ever) I'll have become so bitter and cynical that I won't be able to hold down a relationship. I once argued that love is real, and not some imaginary emotion. How long will I stand on that side of the line?
I've been assured that one day that perfect girl is going to walk into my life, we'll fall madly in love and live happily ever after. It's a shame I stopped believing in fairy tales. Nothing has convinced me that things can ever change. For all my optimism, I have almost none for myself.
11 Have Spoken Out.