I want to start by briefly talking about myself. In many ways, i would consider myself average. I’m not the alpha male, jock or standard popular guy. I’m average height and fairly thin. In middle school, many of my classmates had “girlfriends” who they would walk to class with or sit next to. I was never able to get one. I couldn’t get a date to my 8th grade school formal. When i was at school dances, i was too shy to go on the dance floor and would play basketball instead. Most girls said i was “nice” or a ” good friend” but that was the extent of it. Some girls were nice to me while others were standoffish because of my perceived low attraction. Anyway, as a teenager I dreamed of finding a beautiful woman who actually liked me. I imagined all life’s problems suddenly vanishing and things becoming a vast array of sunshine and flowers. At least that’s what i thought.

The following is a post written by PatrickB86 on the Dating Advice subreddit discussing his time dating a beautiful girl and how they drifted apart:

Fast forward through high school and college. I https://datingreviewer.net/pl/randki-z-opryszczka/ grew up, matured, read many books, worked out, became more comfortable in my own skin and found it very easy and natural talking to people. I was 23 years old, more confident than i should have been and out with my buddy in Manhattan one night. We were hanging out and having fun and my buddy told me he had a girl and a few of her friends who were going to meet us. A little while later the friends arrived and that’s when i first laid eyes on her. She was truthfully the most gorgeous woman i have ever seen. Looks are certainly subjective but i remember thinking wow, just wow (the closest comparison i can make is Hannah Davis). We began talking and conversation flowed – she just graduated from college and had moved to the city a few months ago. We got a drink at the bar and said cheers to her new apartment and the two of us recently getting new jobs. We danced a bit and kissed quickly on the lips and I asked for her number. 5 years.

We started dating and it a ton of fun. She was outgoing, witty and well spoken and she truly loved the heck out of me. My parents and sister loved her and she got along great with my friends. People seemed to automatically like her and doors would open for her extremely easily. On a few occasions people came up to her in the streets and men would always try and find a way to ask her a question or be overly polite. When we went out she would get hit on a good amount but for some reason, it never made me too jealous. I think because she was a great person with a kind heart and I trusted her. As time went on I realized i was exactly as happy as i was prior to meeting her. Relationships are meant to compliment your life, but not be your life. She had flaws like everyone else and we would get in arguments like any other couple.

A few years passed and I began to get less attracted to her personality and take her for granted. I saw that although she was so beautiful and stunning to those around her, she was very unhappy inside. No one is perfect and i understand that completely but i started thinking she wasn’t right for me long term. I can honestly say that over time, looks truly fade and you judge someone almost entirely off their personality. I no longer saw her as that “smokeshow”, but rather who she was inside. I began to be a worse and worse boyfriend and put in little to no effort. I wasn’t happy dating her and began to resent the relationship.

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