Feels like my middle name ought to be Disappointment.
There's this book by Rachel Gibson titled "Not Another Bad Date" that I could totally relate to. Here's an extract from the book.
What does a Gal have to do to get a bloody decent date in this town?!
Adele Harris can't even begin to answer that question. She's had so many lousy dates that she's sure she's cursed. Why else would every man she goes out with suddenly act like he's lost his mind - and manners?
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Ever since I arrived in the States, my life has never been more messed up, well relationship wise. Yes, I do get a lot of dates and all. It lasted for 2 - 3 weeks, all the twirling and swirling and sparkles that seemed so everlasting at the beginning of the dates, simply vanished within a snap of a finger.
If I ain't jinxed, I don't know what else this could be.
I have arrived to the point of the valley of disappointment, there's a lump of sadness in my chest that I could not get rid of. It is so bad until I can't even afford to sniff a bloody tear out of my eyes.
I kept reminding myself I am a stoical, independent woman that will not rely on any man out there because there are more scumbags than decent lads. Alas, I am a hopeless romantic. I keep believing that there's something about love, and I can't seem to grasp hold of the idea of giving up on searching for true love.
I know. America changed me. They taught me about love (ha! ironic how the divorce rate here is higher than Malaysia).
I do not know what to believe in anymore. I am broken. Right now, I'm at a crossroad, its either he'll be the one to bring back hope to what I believed in (love exists) or tears me apart changing me wholly.
** Absolutely ridiculous to be handing him the rights to do this to me, to even allow this to happen, but this is what love is about. You learn to trust the other party. You extend out a hand, hoping that that particular someone would hold it, and never letting you go.
There's this book by Rachel Gibson titled "Not Another Bad Date" that I could totally relate to. Here's an extract from the book.
What does a Gal have to do to get a bloody decent date in this town?!
Adele Harris can't even begin to answer that question. She's had so many lousy dates that she's sure she's cursed. Why else would every man she goes out with suddenly act like he's lost his mind - and manners?
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Ever since I arrived in the States, my life has never been more messed up, well relationship wise. Yes, I do get a lot of dates and all. It lasted for 2 - 3 weeks, all the twirling and swirling and sparkles that seemed so everlasting at the beginning of the dates, simply vanished within a snap of a finger.
If I ain't jinxed, I don't know what else this could be.
I have arrived to the point of the valley of disappointment, there's a lump of sadness in my chest that I could not get rid of. It is so bad until I can't even afford to sniff a bloody tear out of my eyes.
I kept reminding myself I am a stoical, independent woman that will not rely on any man out there because there are more scumbags than decent lads. Alas, I am a hopeless romantic. I keep believing that there's something about love, and I can't seem to grasp hold of the idea of giving up on searching for true love.
I know. America changed me. They taught me about love (ha! ironic how the divorce rate here is higher than Malaysia).
** Absolutely ridiculous to be handing him the rights to do this to me, to even allow this to happen, but this is what love is about. You learn to trust the other party. You extend out a hand, hoping that that particular someone would hold it, and never letting you go.
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