Growing up I always thought highly of myself in a way
“I must be doing something right if I’m the only girl not crying over a boy”
I’d sometimes think to myself. All my friends who were dating and were on boyfriend number three, were always crying after a breakup and I who was on boyfriend number zero was perfectly fine and drama free.
Being young then I thought it was black and white, when something hurts repeatedly why go back to it? (If only I still held on to this)
Maybe I was the only one smart enough to see it as simple as it was then. That probably made me smart.
Then with more age and more maturity my second level of intelligence was
“dating should only be done when you’re willing to further it to the next level”
That lead to me asking ‘what are your intentions with me?’ whenever I was asked out.
Just imagine asking that question to the horny little boys, it made turning them down easier.
The third sign of my “superior” intelligence was this reasoning
“The purpose of dating is marriage and if you’re not ready for marriage then you shouldn’t be dating”
Another thing that most people at my age then didn’t think about.
All of that led me to believing I’m too smart for love.
Because I won’t further anything based on temporary feelings lacking actions and sweet nothings from guys thinking about one thing.
Excluding all of that, it was impossible to be focused on boys like my peers when I was already going through adult problems. Life makes you smart, experiences build you, lessons guide you.
Alas I became a full blown adult right from childhood, one too smart to fall for love and it’s trickery.
This is the 8th reason on the Why Am I Still Single? series!
For the first 7 reasons view my blog here!
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