mmackeymouse
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Alas, my heart is broken yet again. I feel like I have some odd disconnect with reality.
I come from a very small town, so many of my crushes were people that I never met. When I was much younger, the objects of my affection were movie stars and musicians and such. And every time I found out one of them had a girlfriend, my heart was broken. And most times, they inevitably broke up, but I had usually moved on to bigger and better things.
Then, I went off to college, where I could set my sight on guys in my actual proximity. Coming from a small town, and an even smaller school, I had never been around so many guys at once before. Some were athletic, some were artsy, some were outgoing, others mysterious. It was like a smorgasboard of guys, all in one setting. I always had my eye on some guy, usually way out of my league. But, at least my interests were in "real" guys, and not just guys I had admired from afar.
Of course, I always hung out with guys who were losers, while the ones I was actually interested in, I never dared to speak to, due to my terrible insecurities. My plan, whether it was a famous person or local person, was always to lose massive amounts of weight, become "hot," then I just KNEW that we would find each other and they would fall in love with me. I just knew it.
Welcome to the insecure psyche of a fat girl.
Fast forward to now. Ever since I graduated from college, I have not been much into guys and dating and whatever. I have bee so concentrated on my job, I often don't even think about it. Plus, I have not found any guys in my town that intrigue me as much as the guys from college, the athletes I see on TV, etc etc.
Until I found this guy. Now, here I am 26 years old, pining away for a 21 year old kid. What's the problem, you ask? Oh, well, we have never met, and most likely will never meet, because he lives thousands of miles away from me, and oh yeah, will probably be playing in the NFL. Then, this morning I find out he does, in fact, have a girlfriend. And, the heart feels broken yet again. I feel like I am 16 years old again, upset because the guy I like is taken.
A guy I was likely never gonna meet, yet I had convinced myself that somehow we were gonna meet and fall madly in love. Do I have the mentality of a teenager? Why do I have such an inclination for daydream relationships?
HELP!
I come from a very small town, so many of my crushes were people that I never met. When I was much younger, the objects of my affection were movie stars and musicians and such. And every time I found out one of them had a girlfriend, my heart was broken. And most times, they inevitably broke up, but I had usually moved on to bigger and better things.
Then, I went off to college, where I could set my sight on guys in my actual proximity. Coming from a small town, and an even smaller school, I had never been around so many guys at once before. Some were athletic, some were artsy, some were outgoing, others mysterious. It was like a smorgasboard of guys, all in one setting. I always had my eye on some guy, usually way out of my league. But, at least my interests were in "real" guys, and not just guys I had admired from afar.
Of course, I always hung out with guys who were losers, while the ones I was actually interested in, I never dared to speak to, due to my terrible insecurities. My plan, whether it was a famous person or local person, was always to lose massive amounts of weight, become "hot," then I just KNEW that we would find each other and they would fall in love with me. I just knew it.
Welcome to the insecure psyche of a fat girl.
Fast forward to now. Ever since I graduated from college, I have not been much into guys and dating and whatever. I have bee so concentrated on my job, I often don't even think about it. Plus, I have not found any guys in my town that intrigue me as much as the guys from college, the athletes I see on TV, etc etc.
Until I found this guy. Now, here I am 26 years old, pining away for a 21 year old kid. What's the problem, you ask? Oh, well, we have never met, and most likely will never meet, because he lives thousands of miles away from me, and oh yeah, will probably be playing in the NFL. Then, this morning I find out he does, in fact, have a girlfriend. And, the heart feels broken yet again. I feel like I am 16 years old again, upset because the guy I like is taken.
A guy I was likely never gonna meet, yet I had convinced myself that somehow we were gonna meet and fall madly in love. Do I have the mentality of a teenager? Why do I have such an inclination for daydream relationships?
HELP!

