How Peculiar?

I could never be one of those fast talking career girls who are quirky and sharp as a razor like Carrie Bradshaw. I’m too flawed to be like that.

Everywhere you go you see couples walking down the street, holding hands, chuckling about something that won’t even be funny on a normal day. And seeing them doesn’t help the fact that I’m trying to staying away from relationships. Every man I’ve ever been with has been completely distinctive, imperfect, dented and weird. There was one guy who would drive me up the wall with stories of his conquests, the political craziness in the county and quite obviously, we didn’t get along very well. I’d have to say that it was by far the most chaotic relationship I’ve ever been in. I swear, there were times when I had really violent thoughts towards him. I’m sure he felt the same about me. He’d always go on about how very negative I was about everything he did and the music he played.

Why do I attract the mismatched socks, the awkward, those lacking in social skills? Well, maybe it’s because that’s exactly who I am and maybe why things don’t work out is cos I always meet another me. In spite of all it, I can love an oddball. They’re lovable, unpredictable and on occasion very sexy- that’s if you’re lucky.

You know how sometimes you get so angry, you can’t really think of anything to say? I'd end up puffing, start sentences, reach midway and then stop. I’ll probably use my hands to express the speed of my thoughts. That was me last evening. I’m sorry Mr. N; I can’t really get over what you’ve told me.