Perhaps pure love isn’t so true after all. Maybe it’s just a fantasy, a myth we concocted to make us feel desired and accepted in a world where everyone is focused on themselves.
I made a promise to myself that I was going to fall in love and be happily married by the time I’m 28, that I will get the happy ending I deserve.
You’re probably wondering how that’s going for me. The truth is that it isn’t working out at all, and it is entirely my fault.
I would be 28 in a few weeks and still haven’t met Mr Charming. This isn’t to say I haven’t met other charming men; I have, but they haven’t lived up to my expectations.
But, truly, how many heartbreaks should a girl have to endure before finding true love? It’s difficult to keep track of every failed attempt, but I’m not going to let that stop me.
When the going gets tough, we keep going, my mother used to tell me when I was a kid. So, no matter how many times my hope has been dashed, I will keep trying.
I need to find my own man because I need to prove something to a lot of people. Perhaps it’s all my fault that I haven’t found the right person since I continue to date men who are diametrically opposed to me.
Some people consider me a “workaholic who occasionally enjoys her life.” I’m a simple person who only parties on sometimes, I enjoy staying up all night reading a book, I only drink when I have to, and I love working.
But, as you can see, the men I choose are usually the life of the party, always on the move, and as long as I’m with them, I have to be taken along as well, which is not my style.
So I made another promise to myself: I would try to meet men who are more like me or my person, who enjoy the same things I do.
I quit my previous job a few weeks ago because I received a better offer, and that was where I met him.
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