Weird - My Middle Name

While normal girls will jump at the first opportunity at love, I recoil from it. While most girls would gladly fall for the school jock, I look the other way and nit-pick all his flaws. While most girls drool over how to set aside quality time to commit to a relationship, I side-step every plausible chance of it. My verdict: I have commitment issues.

Well, it has never been proven yet but I suppose it holds some truth. I fear when the opposite sex shows interest. It's just this weird instinct that I have developed over the years. I myself can make no sense of it. After thinking it through, I settled on the idea that maybe I was just not that into the guy.

Whatever the reason may be, I'm pretty sure I suck at the whole love game. Never seriously dated before, I have no idea what it feels like. But ask me about crushes, and I'll be able to tell you loads of weird stuff about me.

I'm the sort of girl that runs the other way if I see a secret crush (not unlike a certain Taylor Swift). It's either that or I'll cower behing a pillar until he passes by. It's embarassing. It used to be quite a sight, really, since my best bud would be trying to yank me out of my poor camouflage and pull me towards my crush while I was basically sliding unwillingly across the pavement red-faced. I guess that's basically why I'm terrible at the subject.

Case in point, a few years ago, I had this cute little crush on a boy. He returned the favor. One day, he gave my a cute little plush toy. It was a teddy bear. Or was it a monkey? I was overjoyed. Then, realisation set in. I began to panic. I hid it in the deepest corner of my closet. Paranoia washed over me. Few days later, it sat in the garbage bin. I even waved goodbye to the garbage truck with glee when it came to pick it up. I know, I was mean.

I prefer the term quirky but lets face it, I'm just too weird. Maybe I'll end up a sixty-year-old spinster who lives with her forty cats in a shabby flat in the middle of a suburb.