it's just my face

The last week has been difficult for me.  I feel alone, out of place, and sad.  I found out the other day that Greg is having another baby with his new girlfriend.  He's very excited and happy.  This revelation makes me sad for several reasons.  I'm sad for his kids, I'm sad for his ex.  I'm sad because I have come to the realization that we will never be together again.  It's not like I didn't already know this, but now it's definite.  There's no turning back.  Wrong for me or right, good for me or not, I will always love that man.  It's hard to comprehend that thought, it's really over. I'm totally frustrated with the way things are in my love life.  I feel like the only men that are attracted to me are douche bags or already taken.  When I look back, it seems it's always been that way.  Why can't I find someone who is good for me and good to me?  I can't seem to figure out what I'm doing wrong.  It's got to ...

Humans are judgmental creatures.  They believe what they hear, jump to conclusions, and slap a label on someone before getting to know them.  I try not to live this way.  I'm not gonna lie, I DO judge people right away, I just don't let my judgement of them be the final decision in my getting to know them.  I look beyond that.    I've been slapped with a pretty fantastic label myself.  It's official.  I'm a home wrecker. I prefer friendships with men.  I relate better to them than I do woman, they are not as emotional or needy (well, most of them aren't anyway).  I'm a flirt.  I flirt shamelessly with most men.  I think it should be an Olympic sport, if it were, I may win a metal.  It makes me feel good about myself, it makes them feel good about themselves, in my eyes, it's a win-win.  Flirting does not mean that I want to sleep with your man honey.  These may be some of the things that have lead me to this lab...