Emotionally Unavailable vs. Emotional
In college, I found myself drooling over the douchey frat boys. They were beautiful; tall, handsome, strong jaw lines, deep voices, with that swooshy hair that could make a girl swoon. That girl was me.
I thought they would be perfect partners and everyone would envy me for bagging such a hottie, and I did, kind of. His name was G. I met him in my Spanish class my sophomore year. He was beautiful. He was a 6'4" muscular blonde with piercing blue eyes, a muscular build, and he rode a skateboard. He was motivated to succeed and smart too, other qualities I admire. Not too long into the semester, we started flirting with one another and started seeing each other.
This lasted for two years on and off. It was the worst heartbreak I had ever felt. We would end things and then I would come back, thinking this time he had changed. I would help him change. But, he didn’t want to. He told me he was emotionally unavailable and that he couldn’t give me what I wanted. He was right. After giving him five chances, two years of college, and too many tears, I ended it for good.
Fast forward to now. I met someone completely different than my normal type. Still tall, but this time he had long curly hair and a beard. A complete 180. I didn’t take the flirting seriously though…
