Liking someone is hard. You decide to let your walls down and give him an open invitation hoping he’ll drop by your heart cafe and leave a tip. Then he walks in, takes a seat, and peruses the menu to see if there’s anything worth committing to…

I was raised watching soap operas and romantic comedies where it was routine for one character to chase the other until the other couldn’t run away any longer, so I tend to naturally mirror that in my own life. I catch myself trying to talk to the person a little everyday and see how they’re doing, to show them that I’m interested and that I care. I try and get them to hangout with me randomly without any prior planning, because I find it to be spontaneous and romantic to do things on whim because there’s no way you can possibly say no to this person.

I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic like that…but now in days a ‘hopeless romantic’ is nothing but a fool. I find that people today don’t really value true romance -The gift of simply loving someone.

Some may say I’m just being bitter because I haven’t found someone, and I am. I wish I could meet these standards everyone seems to have, that I don’t reach. I’m too short, too chunky, too nice, too sweet, too flamboyant, too insecure, too proud, too smiley, too familiar, too weird, too shy, too clingy, too distant, too condescending, too immature, too this and too that!

Can I really be too much? Maybe I’m too caught up in this fantasy of finding someone who can want me just as much as I want them that I didn’t realize I was actually awake in a world where trying too hard was seen a weakness or an act of desperation instead of something to be commended on because they’ve never heard the saying, “We must constantly endeavor if we are to succeed”.