Recently, I’ve been meeting the best guys who possess all the qualities that I want in a man, and it’s so ironic and dumb on my part because even when they show interest, I always mess it up somehow. Then when another guy peaks my interest, I realise how much I romanticised the last guy and I’m sure that me making a fool out of myself in front of all these men is me learning a lesson so that one day when a guy actually is as great as I think he is, I don’t fck it up.
