If you’re reading this hoping I’ll finally come out as a lesbian after all these years, I’m sorry for your inevitable disappointment. I do, in fact, still like men. A lot.
Recently, I expressed my differentiating opinions on the things everyone thinks on their first date, and I figured it was time that I responded to another article. This one is not nearly as ridiculous, and I don’t think this girl is crazy, rather she is just not telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Thought Catalog tends to post uplifting, motivating articles about feminist pride, relationships, and confidence boosting lists. And yes, I love it. I’m completely guilty of going forty pages back on my lunch break, having my eyes glued to the screen wondering what the Eight Ways to Make A Failing Relationship Work While You’re Living In A Treehouse could possibly be.
But my friends, I am also a realist, a truth teller, and a lover of self-deprecating humor.
I read this article and identified with it. I liked her reasons, but felt they lacked authenticity and anecdotal support from the late bloomer’s perspective.
So, I am here to save the day (not really), and embarrass myself beyond all belief when I tell you the real ten reasons I never had a boyfriend.
I’ve talked about myself being a late bloomer many times. I am not joking, if I could invent the teleport I would go back to 200-2009 and slap myself in the face every single day for nine years. A girl that looks like she was just attacked by her brother’s wardrobe and willingly went to a school dance afterwards will not get a boyfriend.
Oh, but she has such a good personality! Save it. We all know that doesn’t have any weight in the game of puberty.
2. I have a resting bitch face.
Apparently, I am unapproachable because I look pissed off all the time. I guess people tend to stay away from girls that look like they are going to murder your first born or steal your puppy if your leave it outside while you’re in line at Starbucks getting your $14 frappe venti mochacochalino.
3. My best friend was better looking than me.
And I’m not saying this out of jealousy. I mean, this girl was freaking beautiful. How am I supposed to reel in a classy lad when I have a genetically impossible broad traveling with me wherever I go? Did I mention she has a heart of gold? Yeah, no way I could compete with that.
4. I liked people out of my league.
I tried telling Leo DiCaps it would work between us. But I guess when you aim that high in the relationship department, there is nothing to expect but failure, defeat, and disappointment.
5. I don’t understand social cues.
I don’t know why you invited me to prom with you, but I can sure as hell assume that it’s not because you wanted to hook up with me.
6. I drove a Ford Taurus.
Try picking up a dude while you’re rolling through the parking lot in this.
7. I am a terrible looking eater.
No one wants to take out the girl that not only immediately tucks her napkin into her shirt to create a makeshift bib, but one that looks like she wanted to wear the spaghetti sauce after she was done eating despite her napkin neck protector.
8. I’m not good at feelings.
9. I was fat.
I had cankles when I came back from studying abroad. Guys couldn’t tell where my boobs ended and my stomach began.
10. Everyone thought I was a prude.
People assumed I didn’t hook up with anyone, so why should they try? Nothing worse for a guy than putting in all this effort with a girl and getting denied multiple times after sexual advances.
Bonus: I eventually figured all these things out and obtained me a high quality, grade A piece of man meat. Even though my face still rests pretty bitchy, I guess figuring out social cues was a step in the right direction. And he’s apparently really into the
Ford Taurus VW Jetta.