Dear You All,
I swear you guys have some sort of radar in your head that lets you know when a girl is single. It’s almost like you can sniff them out and then you go in for the kill.
Let me break this down into sections:
Just because I’m single, doesn’t mean I want YOU.
OR YOU.
To: Bad Boys, or rather F*ck Boys:
Yeah, I know what you want. You’ve been waiting for me to be available so you can slide your way into my pants. You’re hot and bad: everything I should be craving at a time like this, but you just want me for one thing. If I wasn’t so broken about everything else, I might consider you, but you can’t fix me. You can make me feel good for a little bit, but the feeling won’t last. Afterwards you will leave and I’ll just feel empty. Don’t get me wrong, I have considered you and you, but I don’t want to sleep around to fix my heart. That never seems to work, so I’m saying no to you. You, who needs to go back to your girlfriend, you: who needs to quit distracting my workout with pointless conversations at the gym, and you: who drunk texts me every weekend. I’m saying no. You can’t fix me with your penis, so stop trying.
Nice Guys:
You are the good ones who want commitment. You would pursue me to marriage. Yes, I want to get married one day, but I’m not at a point to even consider marrying you. I just got out of something serious with someone who I saw myself marrying, so I’m not available. I’m young and want to just date when I’m ready. I’m not committing to marriage on a first meeting, which is what you guys seem to have already decided; especially the ones who are churchgoers. I know you think God told you I was the one, but I’m not feeling it so please stop calling. I’m hurting and I know you want to be the prince charming to save me; you can’t. I’m not broken and the more you try to pursue me, the more I will step back from you. Healing doesn’t have a timeline and you are not him. You are not him. One day I will be ready for that kind of commitment with whoever it may be, but not now, so stop trying to help me heal faster. It won’t work, I promise.
So here’s the deal: I’m single, but I’m emotionally unavailable. No matter who you are, you can’t fix me because I am not broken. There is a difference between heartbreak and brokenness. I’m healing…on my own. I don’t need you or you to heal me. I know you want to, rather it be with sex or actual feelings, but I need to be by myself for awhile. In other words: shut your radar down and go away. I don’t want you and it won’t make a difference no matter how many times you call.