One of these days, the stack of too many magazines on my dining-room table will topple over, and one of them will pop open to reveal something like this:
Scorned in Soonerland
Women don't fixate this way. They evaluate the overall package carefully before deciding to open it up or to toss it aside. If you're getting tossed aside most of the time, it's very likely that there's a good reason for it. It may seem horribly elitist and undemocratic to say so, but some people are simply more desirable than others. Even in love, we're not children of Lake Wobegon: we're not all above average. And I don't care how many carefully-crafted sentences you can shove into a single paragraph, or how many eyes you think you've opened with your rambling perorations: you're somewhere on the cusp between dull and dreary, and anyone you think is smart enough to merit your attentions is going to be smart enough to keep you at maximum distance.
If you're wise (and I know that's a lot to assume), you'll forget about her and everyone else who's played a bit part in your daydreams. There is no shame in being alone, and just imagine how grateful these women will be when you stop thinking of them as potential companions and start thinking of them as...uh...well, actually, you probably should just stop thinking about them at all. No sense making your life any more difficult than you already have.
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