The ugly truth

I'd like to think that I speak for the majority when I say that when choosing who we sleep with, we tend to sleep "up". As much as I hate to use the numeric rating scale, it's simply easier using it to get my point across. So what I mean by this is if I consider myself a 7 or an 8 on a good day, ideally I'd sleep with someone that's an 8 and higher.

Before anyone gets their panties in a bunch and calls me out on being a narcissist, please step back for a second and honestly think about it. This is a simple truthful fact about humans. We general want to upgrade and feel somehow better about ourselves if we score someone hotter than us. Unless you're just raking in the numbers....then you're probably sleeping with whatever moves...or breathes....or maybe neither.


I bring this up because although I'm much like the general public in this, I also tend to over think a lot of things and over analyze people instead of doing anything just for the fuck of it...if you will.

I find myself attracted to people who are either far beyond me realistically, or people whom I find to be somehow superior to me. In a particular situation, I found somebody actually intellectually stimulating along with personality and looks. Someone that intrigued my complex and ever so changing taste in people. Someone that didn't bore me, for a lack of a better explanation.

Then, one good day, they proved to me that my standard of people and my supreme pickiness(that's a word, right?) is there for a reason. Someone who I thought would know better, acted like a complete jackass. For someone who I thought was confident and had such an attractive cool vibe to them to act like a lost puppy around a shinny new toy....deflated every and all interest from my end. It saddens me to know that my interest in others can be so easily deterred....but I guess its a good thing?

I realize this makes me sound like a complete asshole and a conceited bitch, and honestly, any other day I'd probably care that it did....but not today. I don't see anything wrong with finally seeing myself at face value. I am worth something and I do offer a lot to people. I've never been able to say anything close to this, and actually mean it. I'm an intelligent, funny, caring and attractive woman. I suppose I deserve to have my mind, body and soul stimulated by something more than mediocre.

In the words of Queen.... another one bites the dust.