In my life, I've only called 7 men "my boyfriend" as I take that title very seriously. But when I give my heart, I give all of it. (I've been deeply in love twice and even had the courage to tell them...repeatedly. But never have had those words said back to me. Of course both of those boys later told me that they were, in fact, in love with me. Awesome...thanks for letting me know now, assholes.) I usually find men that think I hung the moon fall into one of the following categories: those who just meet me, my friends' husbands/boyfriends, married men, gay men, and ex-boyfriends (which is indefinitely the most annoying of all.)
I swing between being ridiculously confident and pathetically insecure, loving with reckless abandon and walking away due to cautious pride, and knowing exactly who I am and realizing I have an infinite road to self discovery. No, I've never perfected 'happy medium" but I'm still not sure that I want to...and maybe that's why finding Mr. Right Now is a bit of a challenge.
