The guy who’s stringing you along already knows you’re not his forever
I’ve always been pretty. Not like “the most beautiful woman in the room” pretty, more like “I have options” pretty. Well, not always. I’ve certainly had ugly phases (we all do). But I was blessed with big green eyes and long thick hair, so I’ve never had a shortage of men ready, willing, and able to date me. I don’t think my experience is all that uncommon.
My dad taught me through his actions that my value is tied to my appearance, so I’ve been wearing makeup since I was 11. I wrote more about that here (including pics):
But despite what the songs would have you believe, she does know she’s beautiful. How does she know? Well, for one, men make allowances for her. I remember one time my dad and I got rear ended at a stop light near my house. My dad was pissed. Like fuming. He was ready to go kick someone’s ass. Then he got out of the car and discovered it was a pretty young thing that had accidentally hit us.
