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Hungry

I woke up hungry this morning. Not just a voracious appetite for breakfast. No. I've been chewin' on a thought for a couple years now.

What is it about that makes me undateable / undesirable boyfriend?

Before you launch into some inspiration laced, quotable quote diatribe lemme offer up this, if I'm "such a great guy, why I'm still single?" The answer is simple: I'm not-so-great, apparently.

The truth is obvious & painful.

Maybe I try too hard?
Maybe I reek of desperation?
Maybe I'm too energetic?
Maybe I'm too obnoxious?

All these questions tumble through my mind, fueling my hunger to find these answers. Reminds me of the How I Met Your Mother episode that addresses pimping out your friends to other single friends. "S/he's great but..."

There's some deal-breaking behavior you display that is off-putting to the opposite.

So interwebs, friends, family, Spaceship Earth, hell ANYONE...

What is my biggest "BUT"?

Post your comment, PM me, email, text, call, use smoke signals, even neon sign. (Yes, I realize I've offered up myself to cannon fodder, sarcastic remarks but at this point I'm beyond pride. I want to satisfy my hunger)

Ready?
Set...
GO!

Keep diggin' - 'los

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