About a year or so ago (maybe longer, now that I think about it), I came to a realization about one of the Gaga Girls.
I just wasn’t her type. And I never would be. And it had nothing to do with personality – I just wasn’t good-looking enough for what she liked.
It wasn’t easy, but I did it.
It doesn’t make it any easier when I come to that conclusion these days either. I guess the only thing that makes it somewhat easier is to realize that perhaps I do that to some girls and I don’t even know about it. Maybe I don’t, but I like to think that I do – it makes it not quite as painful when it happens to me.