The trouble with men

The trouble with men is seemingly constant these days. I was naive enough to think that as I got older, dating situations would become easier.

Wow, was I wrong.

I sit here now wondering why some of you are the way you are. You call and text me constantly, with your sweet nothings and asking me to spend time with you. And on the rare occasion that I accept such a request, you want nothing to do with me two days later. Until, of course, I forget you that exist once again and weeks or months later you're back at it.

I am not one for games. I don't believe that I should have to play them at my age because quite frankly, they're pointless. What do we gain from playing this constant back and forth game? The one where you only want me when you can't have me. The answer is: NOTHING. Neither party involved gains a single thing from these ridiculous antics, not even a fond memory.
I want no part in the late night calls, the countless texts and the words you use to sweet talk me. I want no part in your inability to make up your mind.

I simply don't understand why it is so difficult for men to decide what they want and stick to it. I'm sure the same can be said for women as well, but I'm certainly not in that group. I know what I want and I go after it, no matter the cost. I don't like to waste my time, nor do I like to waste the time of others.

Sure, I could date that sweet guy that I have no interest in knowing he would give me the world, but I would only be wasting time doing so. Killing time until the asshole I'm in love with woke up and realized that I've been in front of him this entire time, or until someone more exciting comes along.

Granted, I love the thrill of the chase, I always have. But chasing you has become more like running in circles, and I've got to say that my legs are starting to get tired. It's been years, isn't it time to give me a break already?

It's funny to me that you'll post the words "Can anyone find me someone to love" all over the internet, when what you're looking for has been standing here waiting for you for what feels like forever. You're either completely blind, or entirely too cold for my liking.

I'm sorry that I don't fit your pretentious ideals, but I can promise you that you'll never find someone who will love you as much as I do, and likely always will(because, my friend, I am an idiot when it comes to you).

I want you to know that what you've got now isn't going to last forever. Some day your star is going to burn out, and what will you be left with? Some girl that "loved" you when you were on top of the world, and only because you were on top of the world? A rash of STDs because sleeping around was more "fun" than "settling down"? Or perhaps, and this is the one I fear the most, a gaping hole where your heart used to be and no one to help fill it? Is that really how you'd prefer your life to play out? Sure, the fact that you have many wonderful, true and close friends is amazing....but you're missing out on something bigger than you can even imagine.

I could type for days on end about the lengths that I would go to for you. The things I would do to make you happy, to care for you and to protect you. But I'm starting to realize that you're never going to care. I'm well aware that actions speak louder than words, but you won't let anyone get close enough to express actions, to SHOW you rather than TELL you.

I can't make you miss me. I can't make you understand how I feel. I can't make you grasp the concept that you're nothing without love. And unfortunately, no matter how hard I try, I can't make you love me the way I love you.

Maybe knowing that means I can finally stop trying.

Fuck dating.