The 'Unavailable' Pheremone
Is it just me, or are people who are involved in happy, healthy relationships somehow intrinsically hotter than singles?
I've always been oddly attracted to 'taken' guys... I used to think that it was just because it was 'safe' to crush on someone you couldn't have, but now I think it's more. I think I have a subconscious wariness of single guys, like 'if he's so great, why is he single? If he was worth having, wouldn't someone else would have him by now?' Which I know, of course, is a totally retarded way of thinking, but hell, I am a girl at the end of the day. Or maybe it's the confidence that comes with being secure in a relationship, or the I'm-getting-pussy-on-a-regular-basis glow.
Whatever it is, I think I have it now. I can't go anywhere or do anything without getting hit on. It's kind of unnerving, and more than a little creepy. For instance:
"Hey cutie," I hear through my window while driving down Lyndale. I look over, and it's this hottie in a Miada. "Can I take you out sometime?"
Now I'm staring at him like he's crazy, because A-I just rolled out of bed, am wearing pj's and no makeup, and was caught car-groovin to Cake. "Um."
"What's your number?" He persists, cell phone at the ready.
"I don't have a phone." Why oh why can't I ever just give out a fake number? SO much easier. Well, kinda. The last time I tried I accidentally gave the guy Katie's number instead. Ooops.
"Okay, well will you take my number?"
"How am I gonna call you if I don't have a phone?"
Thankfully the light turned green then, and I was spared further awkwardness. I've gotten calls from 'exes' (such as they were) and think I'm going to need to sharpen my beat-em-off-with-a-stick stick.
This is way fun.
I've always been oddly attracted to 'taken' guys... I used to think that it was just because it was 'safe' to crush on someone you couldn't have, but now I think it's more. I think I have a subconscious wariness of single guys, like 'if he's so great, why is he single? If he was worth having, wouldn't someone else would have him by now?' Which I know, of course, is a totally retarded way of thinking, but hell, I am a girl at the end of the day. Or maybe it's the confidence that comes with being secure in a relationship, or the I'm-getting-pussy-on-a-regular-basis glow.
Whatever it is, I think I have it now. I can't go anywhere or do anything without getting hit on. It's kind of unnerving, and more than a little creepy. For instance:
"Hey cutie," I hear through my window while driving down Lyndale. I look over, and it's this hottie in a Miada. "Can I take you out sometime?"
Now I'm staring at him like he's crazy, because A-I just rolled out of bed, am wearing pj's and no makeup, and was caught car-groovin to Cake. "Um."
"What's your number?" He persists, cell phone at the ready.
"I don't have a phone." Why oh why can't I ever just give out a fake number? SO much easier. Well, kinda. The last time I tried I accidentally gave the guy Katie's number instead. Ooops.
"Okay, well will you take my number?"
"How am I gonna call you if I don't have a phone?"
Thankfully the light turned green then, and I was spared further awkwardness. I've gotten calls from 'exes' (such as they were) and think I'm going to need to sharpen my beat-em-off-with-a-stick stick.
This is way fun.