Message received. Loud and Clear.

I think I’ve finally, FINALLY learned the lesson that the universe has been trying to teach me: DON’T DATE CONFUSED MEN IN THEIR TWENTIES.  I also reconfirmed an old lesson that I sometimes doubt: TRUST YOUR GUT. 

If a confused twenty-something male doesn’t know what he wants out of life, then he definitely won’t know what he wants out of you.  If you happen to be an unconfused woman that has a handle on life, you will terrify these men.  I’ve been through it several times now, and I get it.  They’re instinctively drawn to you, but they don’t know what to do with you.  When or if they ever figure it out, it will most likely be too late, because you will be so sick of their bullshit and antics that you can barely stand to look at them.

If a confused twenty-something male treats you well, seeks out your company, and generally seems to enjoy your presence in his life, but then suddenly does a 180 and wants to end your relationship, there’s probably something going on that you don’t know about.  A little voice in the back of your head will indicate this to you.  You’ll brush it off and overthink the situation for a day or two, but that little voice won’t go away.  Listen to that little voice.  Thus far, my little voice has never been wrong.  Not once. 

For someone that generally learns quickly, these lessons have taken a while to sink in, but I think I finally understand: demand everything, settle for nothing, and listen to that little voice when it says “This isn’t going to end well.  Don’t even bother.”


Posted by Dr. Sweatpants