My name is Nadia, and I have terrible taste in men.
I’m not sure what it is. Generally, I’m a good judge of character. I have awesome friends who have many incredible qualities that I admire. I work with great people who are successful and make me want to succeed. But for some reason, the judgement I can show in friends, acquaintances and business associates completely disappears when it comes to my romantic life.
Seriously, I have awful taste in men. They all seem alright in the beginning, but for some reason after some time passes, the shine wears off, the reprsentative previously sent (to use a past Addicted to Love term) is slowly replaaced by the real person, and then it all comes out; selfishness, filandering, unecessary litigiousness, bad attitudes, poor work ethic and even borderline criminal activity. Seriously, If I have dated you, had a fling with you, showed any romantic interest in you or even glanced at you in an appraising manner, you should be extremely worried. Chances are, you’re a terrible human who’s done terrible things, or you’re going to be. Book a therapy session, do some soul searching, or maybe just lock yourself in your apartment until my interest in you passes and maybe you’ll have a chance to not be shitty.
In the past I’ve tried to defend my bad choices in men to those around me, or at least justify them to myself. “He’s in a weird place.” “People just don’t get him.” “I like that he doesn’t have a conventional job.” “His body is unreal.” I’ve finally hit the point of self awareness; these dudes are unworthy, no matter how cool they may seem or how many hours they may spend at the gym. Maybe I am picking unsuitable potential mates on purpose, subconsciously or otherwise. Maybe I don’t actually want a partner, I’m scared of commitment, appropriate psychobabble, etc. All I know is, I’m bad news bears when it comes to boys.
I finally have an answer to that age old question people seem to love asking me: Why am I single? Why? Because it’s probably safer for all of humanity, and myself for me to remain unattached. If I were to actually engage in a full fledged relationship chances are I’d uncover the next Hilter, the next Pulpot or the next Justin Bieber. So for the sanctity of all of our already mostly lost souls, I will remain single until I figure out how to spot a guy with good insides. Or until one trips and falls into my lap completely by accident. Either way, I’m playing it safe.
Also, guys, if you can maybe stop being jerks (or nice guys, come say hi once in a while) that would be awesome too.