It's tough being a grown up

I haven't seen The Boy for a few weeks. We had a falling out, which I won't get into, and it ended up with me telling him to call me when he figured shit out. A few days passed and I got a text message apologizing for being "weird". He explained that he's going through a quarter-life crisis and needed time but reassured me that he liked me "allot".

I'm starting to think that he's my quarter-life crisis.

We have nothing in common. He's a good kid; sweet, fun, and adorable as all hell. Too adorable perhaps. I think his adorableness is what's keeping me from kicking him to the curb.

See, in high school I didn't have a boyfriend. I was a fat, awful looking tomboy who guys didn't see. When I went to college I was blessed with a thyroid disorder that caused me to lose about 30 lbs. I still didn't have a boyfriend but got my fair share of action. There was Anthony, who was 33 to my 21 and separated from his wife, but that was only for a few months when I was home for the summer.

The only relationship that I really count is the saga chronicled to the left in the sidebar. J and I were together for 5 yrs and those of you who've read it know what that was like. Subsequently, that was also when my thyroid disorder was diagnosed and that 30 lbs graced me with it's presence again. As if I needed the extra baggage.

Guys don't like me, plain and simple. Sure I'm a great girl to go watch a game with but they don't want to cuddle with me.

Except this one. This one that's adorable and likes me but frustrates me to no end. While only 2 and a half years my junior, he acts so young. Kris and I were joking today that if it were to get to that point, he would probably propose via text.

"Will u merry me?" How romantic.

Don't get me wrong, I like him. "Allot" even. When we hang out, we have the best time together but there's something that's just not right. As much as I try to look past that, it's still there.

I'm going to see him on Sunday. The fat, awkward high school kid in me wants to make this work, while the almost 30 yr old woman that I am knows it's time to move on.