The women that like me are usually pessimists: down, depressed, bad attitudes, the world's going to hell in a hand-basket, the works. The women that I'm most attracted to are optimists: happy, friendly, fun, and with kick-ass smiles.
That's the problem. I finally figured it out. The ones that like me I can't deal with. The ones I like can't deal with me.
Now for solutions, here are the options:
1- remain single
2 - marry someone who manages to see the bad in just about everything
3 - marry a fun-loving sweetie (who am I kidding .. a hottie) who knows how to smile
I think I'm going to remain single. #3 ain't gonna happen, #2 would be like being buried alive, and #1 .. well, I'm used to it and growing to be content in it. I think I could grow to love it.
Problem solved.
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