Not that we look alike! Taylor and I couldn’t be more different in appearance, but we share something in common: the inability to keep ONE guy.

Let me tell you, I’ve got self-deprecating humor down to a fine art, and this post is no exception. When I cue up a Taylor Swift song at work, everyone knows what’s up. Another relationship has bit the dust, leaving me with mascara-streaked cheeks and a playlist full of breakup anthems. Taylor’s songs seem to know exactly how to describe my heartache. And that’s when it hits me: I’m basically the Latina version of Taylor Swift—minus the killer vocals and songwriting ability. But hey, I’ve got my blog, and that counts for something, right?

The Eternal Relationship Rollercoaster

Time and time again, I find myself blissfully happy in a new relationship, convinced I’ve finally found “The One.” Then, like a scene from one of Taylor’s most heart-wrenching songs, it all comes crashing down. One minute, I’m glowing with happiness, and the next, I’m standing there like, ‘What the fuck just happened?’—tears streaming, utterly deflated, and reaching for the comfort of Taylor Swift’s lyrics.

I constantly wonder: Why are men from Mars, and why am I stuck on Venus? Why is it so damn hard to speak the same emotional language? I mean, wouldn’t life be easier if men came with a manual? Like the one my VW Golf has—when a symbol pops up on the dashboard, I grab the manual, flip through the pages, and suddenly feel like a car expert. Problem solved, right?

Now, imagine if we had a “Guy Technical Manual.” You hear something weird in his tone, or he’s acting off? Just look up ‘weird behavior’ in the troubleshooting section, and boom—you know exactly how to fix it. If only!

Turning a New Leaf (Sort of)

Okay, okay—I’m just kidding! (Sort of.) I stopped wishing for a manual back in my 20s. Trust me, those days are long gone. After all the breakups, all the dates, and all the tryouts, I’ve learned one crucial thing: I’m not to blame for not “keeping” a guy.

Instead, I’ve come to see it as a waiting game. Someday, the right man will come along—the one who finds my weirdness adorable and can’t imagine being with anyone else. Until then, I’ll keep trying on new Dudes like Cinderella’s glass slipper, seeing which one fits my weirdness perfectly.

Waiting for Mr. Weird Dude

So, until Mr. Weird Dude makes his grand entrance, I’ll keep dating, dancing to Taylor Swift songs, and sipping my red wine. My heart may have taken a few hits, but it’s still beating strong, and I’m not giving up on love just yet. And honestly? In the meantime, I’m having a pretty good time figuring it all out, one glass of wine and one Swift lyric at a time.

Cheers to the journey! 🍷✨