When you first meet the girl, there's always that momentary sizing up: How much like or unlike me is she?
My exes (exes and non-exes) have swung on the dating pendulum after me. It appears white girls who are fiercely independent (which means of course dependence is only hidden) with very biting senses of humor are what guys need after me. That, or soft-spoken Asian women. Oddly, for me this is easier to palate than a girl who's similar to me. I don't want to be the opposite of me. If they found a girl just like me but prettier (they couldn't possibly be funnier -- ha) -- now that would be a harder pill to swallow.
Still, I'm not sure the never ending conundrum of "I don't get it" is really that much better. It can send you into an unsolveable brain teaser of "what does she have that I don't" that can run you in circles. When you boil it all down, the dude's got issues just like you we all do, and it just wasn't meant to be.
She's the shiz-nit and she knows it. (Brown Sugar, 2002)
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