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What a boy wants....

If only I knew!

It seems that no matter what, I am just not what guys are interested in. I have never been able to understand this. I'm very understanding and don't jump to conclusions. I LOVE sports meaning we could watch the games together! I don't like romance movies meaning when we go to the movies my date wouldn't have to sit in boredom as I shed tears over the same ole generic romance plot! I tend to think I'm pretty smart...I mean I graduated from high school with an Advanced diploma and survived Michigan! People have told me I'm pretty funny so that means you would be entertained. And everyday of my life my mother made it point to tell me how beautiful I am! And even with all of this I'm still not "beating them away with a stick."

And this confuses me.

All my guy friends have always come to me for advice on girls..sometimes someone I'm very close to. And not to put down other people but what is that they have I don't? It just seems no matter what the situation I'm always the one not getting approached. And I'm not trying to evaluate my self worth on the attention from the opposite sex but for everyone to tell me how wonderful and gorgeous I am; something just isn't adding up.

I try not to think of myself as damaged goods but I wonder if my past has caused me to be unapproachable in the present. No, I don't believe that I have "survivor of childhood sexual abuse" engraved on my forehead but maybe there is something about my body language that keeps guys at an arm's length. Maybe guys can sense that there is something else there that I'm not sharing....

Or maybe guys don't even really know what they want...
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