Not Badass Enough

Time to tell a secret I've never told.

I like to set up my boyfriends with other girls.

Not literally.

Since Gamer Ex, I've been unable to picture a boyfriend with me. This is possibly due to a particularly cutting comment he made to me: "What if I can do better?"

(He can't, by the way; he's a fat slob crashing on a pastry chef's couch and I have a fabulous apartment and my friends don't think I'm a douchebag. The skin might be peeling off my face, but I think I win by default.)

Anyway. Ever since that comment I've wondered: "Can he do better?"

He being the Boyfriend Du Jour.

I'm pretty much convinced that any guy with me will
a) find someone prettier, and
b) like her better.

On the off-chance that the girl isn't prettier, she'll suit him in some other way.

"He likes racecars! She likes racecars. He's going to leave me for her."
"OMG, they both work at an animal rescue. It's over."
"THEY'RE BOTH TALL. WHY WOULD HE BE WITH ME?"
"She travels! He travels! They're going to travel together!"

And so on and so forth.

Every guy.

I realize this behavior is somewhat self-destructive.

At its basest level, I don't give myself enough credit. When I do not stop to be logical, I wonder what dudes see in me. I'm quite boring. Possibly this stems from me thinking I'm better friend material than girlfriend material....which is weird, because I am far more open with my girlfriends than my boyfriends.

Things to consider, I guess.

Went to the Block for jewelry. Ended up spending a good four hour sitting with Lindz outside Starbucks chattering about everything. How is it that I work in such a terrible place, but have made such wonderful friends? I guess that's the silver lining, really, the people I have met there. Potato, Lindz, and the rest, who don't want to be named because maybe I'll use this blog as blackmail or something. :)

It's like the delicious dessert at the restaurant that gave you food poisoning.

Picked up a badass jacket on sale, and a badass necklace to go with it. I will pair it with my badass Harley knockoffs and a denim skirt, and maybe my tank top with chains on it...and my badass outfit will be complete.

NO ONE SHALL QUESTION MY BADASSERY NOW.