Now What?

Apparently I have a condition called RRD. This is called Revisionist Romance Disorder. RRD, like an acute case of 20/20 Blindsight, creates an inability to see the past as it actually happened. Additionally, those who suffer from Revisionist Romance Disorder cannot control the need to rewrite their relationship to match the feelings they want to have about it. It's an easily identifiable disease, but like all afflictions, the first step to overcoming it is to admit you have a problem.

Well of course I have no problems, because I am perfect. So the guy who wakes up and chugs a beer, is well of course Prince Charming. And the one that decides to not return my calls for a week and then show up like nothing happened, is, yup, you got it! Prince Charming again! Wow, I thought I kissed a lot of frogs, but it seems I only meet Prince's, in my fairytale head that is.

This head that is filled with reasons to look for the good in all people, even the ones that decide they want to date other people. Even the ones that are so insecure, they have to go out and find someone else right after me to keep from falling apart. And the ones that are so insecure, they get upset when I dont upload a picture of them. And the ones that jump to conclusions over nothing.

Now what is a girl like me to do with this head full of fluffy fairy tale ex-boyfriends who should be in the worst boyfriend category? Why do I only see the good and not the bad, horrible and ugly? Why is the guy who treats me like crap such a nice guy in my head?

Wouldnt it just be nice to meet someone who does hold up to my Prince Charming in my brain? Someone who is not afraid to get into a relationship with me, and isnt afraid of missing out on the next girl that comes by? And why should I by any means at all wait for this idiot like I am some second rate floozie?

I shouldnt. And once I can convince my fairy tale brain to go with my heart, I think things will be fine. But until then, I quit dating. I feel it is bad for my overall well being and health. Maybe if I take a vacum and stick it up to my ear, I can suck out all the fluffy fairy tales. Maybe not.