Jeez, Louise! I was supposed to be here way more often than this. It has been longer than a year since I’ve written. I did want to throw all my neat poems in here, but then I got shy and overwhelmed and said, “Screw it.” So, I guess I’ll wait a little longer until my inner shy, scared little girl, who likes to hide in corners and peek from underneath her lashes as her eyes look to the ground, says, “I’m ready…”

One day she will look up fiercely, wildly, with eyes wide, and immediately realize that she has no more cares to give. She’ll simply dump all the poems in here and say, “Here you go! I love it, and I don’t care if you do.”

Rejection… she’s such a handful! A real piece of work, strutting around in stiletto heels (ones I wouldn’t mind borrowing), with her nose turned up high, completely oblivious to the fact that there are others out there who are just as worthy, if not more so. Rejection always has a knack for making herself seem more important than she really is. She’s like that mean girl whispering in your ear, “They’ll hate it,” “It sucks,” “You might as well give up.”

One of these days, I’m going to break that Bitch’s nose and make it bleed. I’ll say, “I can’t hear you anymore!” and go back to my happy, confident self, living with my eyes wide open and a permanent smile on my face. I want that smile to draw in the sun every day and wherever I go. At night, I want to attract the moon that will cast the most beautiful and romantic shadows on my face. So I can proudly say, “Cheeks on fleek!”

One day, I’ll get there…

Anyway… Why do I keep picking the wrong guys? I’ve read five self-help books on the subject and know exactly what the red flags are. This is why I can tell that my latest minion, Mr. J, is once again another Mr. Wrong. Did I write something on my profile to attract the wrong guy? Am I turning down the good ones and dating the wrong ones? After all, habits are tough to break. Maybe I’m just wired to be attracted to the wrong crowd, or perhaps it’s the wrong crowd that gets my heart racing, my blood pumping. My womanly excitement… Oops, too descriptive, sorry… Let’s keep the comments clean on this one, shall we?

This dilemma still tickles my brain. Am I destined for a life of solitude and endless dates with the Mr. Wrongs of this world?