thiscouldbtricky
The one That got Away
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- Sep 21, 2004
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I tell my friends all the time that I would love to not be single anymore, to be involved in a committed relationship with someone. And I know that's true on several levels. Yet, I can't seem to stop holding men at arms length, I keep my distance and my guard up. I pick men apart, I find a flaw that I just can't put up with, every time a man is interested.
Maybe I'm afraid he'll find mine, so I find his first. Somewhere along the line, I know I moved far beyond just being picky, to being nearly impossible to please. I recognize this as a defense mechanism, I've seen too many lies, unfaithfulness, and men truly not worth the time, that all men started to automatically become part of that category. For my own protection, I keep telling myself. But where does it end? At what point do I decide that having high standards is not the same as giving someone a chance to prove their worth? Am I waiting for some fictional knight in shining armor to tear down my walls of self-preservation? No one wants to work that hard, not anymore, when the alternative is so much less complicated.
Just some thoughts.
Maybe I'm afraid he'll find mine, so I find his first. Somewhere along the line, I know I moved far beyond just being picky, to being nearly impossible to please. I recognize this as a defense mechanism, I've seen too many lies, unfaithfulness, and men truly not worth the time, that all men started to automatically become part of that category. For my own protection, I keep telling myself. But where does it end? At what point do I decide that having high standards is not the same as giving someone a chance to prove their worth? Am I waiting for some fictional knight in shining armor to tear down my walls of self-preservation? No one wants to work that hard, not anymore, when the alternative is so much less complicated.
Just some thoughts.