Not Really Sure Why This Happens
The other day, I was talking to someone who needed romantic advice, which I gave her. The entire time, I kept thinking, “Why am I giving romantic advice?”
As you probably figured out from past posts, I would consider myself pretty lonely. This stems mostly to the fact that I really don’t date all that much. And, by all that much, I mean I can count the number of dates I’ve had on my thumbs (2, just in case you think I’m some sort of multi-thumbed mutant). If you eliminate blind dates, that number goes down by 2. I can try to delude myself into saying the reason for this is because I’ve been busy with school, with work, with whatever, but the simple truth is that I really don’t bother since I believe no one could be interested in me, romantically.
So, it often surprises me when I find myself in situations where I am giving romantic advice. Me, giving romantic advice. The concept seems about as alien to me as string theory is to a monkey (assuming that monkey’s don’t have a good grasp of quantum mechanics). The closest I ever came to a significant relationship is one online, and the less said about that, the better (maybe in another post). even more shocking is that when I actually think back over the advice that I give, it actually sounds good. Could it be that I’ve been so removed from the dating scene that I can look at it as an outsider? Maybe, though it’s probably more to the fact that I just don’t listen to my own advice.
If you need romantic advice from an outsider (in relationships, at least), apparently I am your man. As the old button says, take my advice, I’m not using it.