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"These days, I wonder if it's even worth trying to find a "Hustlemanietta" for myself."
By Anyi Howell
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Valentine’s Day may not be a day to celebrate love for all but instead a day to reflect on ones love life and the challenges love brings. Anyi Howell of Youth Radio shares how his past experiences with women have brought new perspectives and him to the place he is at today.
Valentine's Day - or as I call it, February Fool's - came and went this year, and gave me the chance to learn something about myself. I've developed a case of F.A.D.D. - Female Attention Deficit Disorder. And it’s really bad. For some reason, it's difficult for me to focus on one woman longer than a month. Every attempt to get close to a young lady has been spoiled, either by me interpreting their dishonest actions as a sign of disinterest, or by me getting so excited I end up having to give her a little space - so I give her a football field.
I became familiar with the cliché "Nice Guys Finish Last" at a young age. Growing up, I noticed that being respectful to a girl really didn’t get you anywhere if you had hopes for starting up a relationship.
I'm thinking specifically about two girls I knew in the seventh grade. I had a crush on one, who was so pretty I got her a rose for February Fools. She threw it in the trash. I wasn't attracted to the other girl so I really didn't put up with a lot of her conversation. When I ran into her later as an adult, she told me she used to have a crush on me. Aint that backwards?
These observations shaped the way I deal with women I meet nowadays. I’m not really tripping on impressing a female, or going out of my way to court her. I eat chocolates myself so I’m not buying those for a girl. And I’m not paying for a woman to eat dinner. And I no longer buy flowers, that’s for darn sure! And now, I say whatever I’m feeling, be it nice or rude. Being flaked on or stood up is enough for me to stop calling a girl for a minute.
Maybe I should be more patient with the women I talk to, but every time I go out at night, I meet a new friend who captures my focus. And when that new friend starts to “fall off,” it’s usually because an old friend has resurfaced.
While all this juggling hasn’t kept me lonely, it HAS kept me single. And these days, I wonder if it’s even worth trying to find a talented, dedicated, intelligent, beautiful woman – otherwise known as a “Hustlemanietta.”
So am I missing out on all of that because of my low tolerance for BS? I think my experiences have left me mistrustful and reserved to the point where I don’t even care if my future wife has already walked out on me.
My focus now is to be a real “friend” to these “Hustlemaniettas” that are real friends to me. I don’t want to get rid of them, I might just need Ritalin.
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