Boys, Boys, Boys

This summer has literally been the craziest one I think I've ever had. Why is this? Because of guys.

After a million tears, a little money lent, and being led on for 4 years, I finally ended my flirtation with a certain person. I'll go into that a little later, but really? He didn't matter all that much. He taught me a lot about what I want in a relationship and what I won't tolerate. Looking at the situation now, I realize that I didn't care for him as much as I thought I did and I definitely don't want to be with someone like him. So, I basically told him he could take a hike and I'd talk to him once he grew up a little more. I was done being the other girl.

While this is true, the real reason I ended it was because of a new person. I really liked this guy (we'll call him Lyle) and thought that he could be a good match for me. He's VERY attractive, funny, sarcastic, and basically everything that I wanted. Things progressed quickly, but well. I genuinely liked him and thought that Lyle and I could have a future. Fast forward 2 weeks from a date that had significance....when I found out that Lyle has a pretty serious on-off girlfriend and A TWO-YEAR OLD DAUGHTER.

Anyone who knows me knows that I love kids. The fact that he has a daughter wouldn't have bothered me at all. Neither would the girlfriend thing, as long as he wasn't with me and her at the same time. The thing that really bothers me is that he didn't tell me. And his explanation? "I like you a lot...but I didn't think it was relevant." Am I wrong in thinking that it is? He thinks I'm overreacting...and I don't.

The really annoying part of all of this? I gave up Guy #1 to be with Lyle. And while I don't ant anything to do with Guy #1, it annoys me that I moved from thinking about Guy #1 occasionally to thinking about Lyle ALL. THE. TIME. I used to be a drama queen....hence the title of this blog. But I'm really over all of that. Why is it that when we think we're setting ourselves up for happiness, we're really just setting ourselves up for disappointment? It's a depressing thought, but...I'm thinking it's true.

And I'm also thinking about converting to Catholicism and being a nun.