But here’s my favorite universal question, one that has been
deeply pondered by girls everywhere since the dawn of time: OMG, what
does he see in her?
Who is the “he” in question? That’d be every guy I ever
wanted to date but didn’t. The “her”? Ah, yeah, every girl he went out with
instead of me.
Sometimes that question is
easy to answer. Freshman year, I wasted four months crushing on a boy before
one of his friends pointed out that, duh, he only dates brunettes (I’m blonde).
Another guy I was super into confessed to my BFF that, as much as he liked me
as a friend, the fact I towered over him wasn’t gonna work out (I get it, I’m
5’10” but apparently only one of us was OK with that reality).
But once you get past the surface stuff, the waters get a
lot murkier. Is she nicer? Smarter? Cooler? Does she bake better brownies?
Write wittier texts? There has to be something....
After one of these endless internal compare and contrast
sessions, who the object of his actual affection really is doesn't matter
anymore because by the time I am done hyper-analyzing everything, she poops My
Little Ponies and I am a hopeless troll.
Of course, the truth is that he’s with her because he wants
to be. Maybe it’s because she’s in Mensa. Maybe it’s because she’s got boobs
like Brooklyn Decker. Maybe both.
But the point
is, you’ll never really know. You’ll only know he’s not with you. And this
might be where you expect that bit about how that just means he wasn’t the
right one for you (and, yeah, he wasn’t).
just the part about how you are just right, just as you are.
xo Karen the Editor
Part of the fun of life is
debating its little mysteries. What happens to us after we die? Could there be
life on other planets? What is my cat thinking right now? (Cat looks at me
weirdly). OK, what about now?