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Weird question, I know, but whenever I think about getting a girlfriend one of my biggest worries is, will she even be capable of loving me? I'm worried that the whole time she was dating me, she'd either be doing it reluctantly because she doesn't think she can find someone better, or that she's just using me as a placeholder until a better guy comes along. Maybe it's low self esteem, but I have a hard time imagining someone dating me solely because they want to or because they legitimately love me.
What about you? Do you consider yourself someone that other people can love?
Short answer. Yes.
Medium length answer: If she up and leaves you for someone else, she never loved you in the first place. No big deal. Someone who loves you will always find a reason to stay, even if you drive her nucking futs.
Long answer:
I'll tell you the story of my girlfriend and I.
I met her in a Comic book shop. To me at the time, she was just a random stranger who walked up to me. I was with two of my friends at the time, One of whom was a girl in which I had an attraction towards. Anyways, this random girl started chatting with me about some weird and quirky story she was writing, something about gothic characters or something. It was pretty interesting, think... South Park crossed with The Munsters. We got to talking about TV Shows, Manga, and Anime. I told her I was a writer too (as a hobby), and she listened as i told her the basics of my story. I was so enthralled in the conversation, that stupid me forgot to get her bloody phone number!
Anyways, turns out that after she had begun talking to the girl I liked, and I was chatting with my other friend about this new Anime i was watching, she had given this girl I liked her phone number!
At the time I was playing the field a bit. I was unsure of what I wanted from a romantic relationship, so I essentially kept it cool, held several flirtationships with various other girls. Then I started getting texts from this really strange girl who had somehow gotten my number. So, Instead of brushing her off, I started chatting with her. Texting about my day, told her about my job, and eventually we grew really close. I cut off a few girls by that point, one way or another.
Anyways, we decided to go for coffee. We completely hit it off, and over the course of a few months, our conversations got closer and closer. We became pretty much best friends, I trusted her with my secrets, she trusted me with hers... She dropped a big one on me. She had AS, Just like I had. This was actually amazing, she at least got the way I felt sometimes, which was great from an emotional security standpoint.
That friend of mine from before (not the girl, the other guy) had recently gotten tickets to take himself and his girlfriend to the Opera. Ironically, it was Don Giovanni, a Mozart piece about the story of a lecherous womanizer who screwed pretty much half of europe, only for him to get his comeuppance. I donned my favourite suit, she wore quite possibly the most beautiful outfit i've ever seen on a woman in my life. It was the middle of July, so I picked her up and drove with her to the show. We both got out, and had the time of our lives. When we walked outside, it was absolutely bucketing down with rain, so we decided to run all the way to the car. She was having so much fun, that she decided to turn around, and plonk a kiss on me. Adorable? s**t yes.
Before that moment I never really had much confidence in myself. I'm certainly not the most attractive man on the planet, and she's a woman who is stupidly attractive. How could someone this good looking love me so much? then I realised that she was the first ever woman to love me for who I actually was.
That was nearly four years ago. We've now started to talk about moving in together, and even buying a house, getting married one day, and having a kid. She's on the track to becoming a doctor, and I'm finally doing the course i've always wanted to do at college. After years of people saying I couldn't get anywhere, I got there, goddammit. She's seen me at my very worst. I've had a suicide attempt in her presence after a particularly sh***y month, and she stopped me from bolting head-first into a busy highway. She was with me when my car decided to break down and cost me nearly 2 grand to fix, only for it to blow up again later. She's also seen me at my best, where I succeed at work, where I get kickass scores in my college assignments, and where she's helped me to make my life better. I do the same for her. She and I could not be from backgrounds that are further apart. She's from the rich side of town, i'm a former homeless man. She's an Immigrant from Singapore, I was born in Darwin. She's a diehard environmentalist, I am a diehard motoring nut. But we value eachother's strengths and weaknesses. We are supportive of eachother's faults, and we teach eachother new things every single day.
That's the kinda love you can get if you just give yourself a chance.