Why, at 20 years old, do I still try and hide my intelligence from the guys I go out with? I am single-handedly throwing the entire female population back a couple centuries — I need all you feminists on LINS to come give me a kick in the ass.
I’ll admit, guys do not always get what they expect from me once they get to know me a bit better. And I’m not saying that I look like some dumb bimbo by any means, I just don’t look like a girl who would have a secret passion for 19th century literature. Which I do. Is that weird? Maybe a bit.
Anyway, what I’m really trying to say is that I guess I can’t believe at this age I still am not completely comfortable with who I am. For a while there, I truly thought I was. Then I’ll go out on dates and find I am just skimming the surface with the information I give away — a shallow representation of who I am.
Maybe I just need to reevaluate who I am attracting?