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.